Lyrics:
pricks
Who don't buy shit just ask what else you have And don't want none of it
Fuck off my phone bitch I'm onto the next one
And if I get a call in I
Stop tryin' to take our money
Yo, you gotta bust this
We want justice
From public enemy number one
To can't trust this
Like F Jim or Hyatt
make P
Did it for years, he did it for months
I wonder why they didn't take me, you don't understand (you don't understand)
If you never seen a knife
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
They say they want the old Logic, the one that flow like a faucet
I'm still the same me, they just don't believe it like
I got is, no Sleep.
Mostly, Only Known by the O.G.
Hoping that the heat, don't make make me holey.
Oh Me, I don't really think you know me.
Dont
fucked by a stick of dynamite
You're weak nigga, you bout to die up in your sleep
The overlord of rap will never meet defeat
Pain and agony, I don't touch
sleep
You got to keep moving and
Stay on your feet I'm not in the
Kitchen I don't like the heat
Consuming this fruit trying to
Stay off the beef
You want
hold any applause to the end"
That last request is accompanied by a
Stern look at the gathered audience
I don't think anyone would
Dare defy that look
I
on a freezing pavement
With your finger on that door bell
It keeps ringing now for nobody to hear
I don't want your questions
You'd better heed my warning
You
Don't hurt me none, don't hurt my pride
'Cause I got my little lady right by my side
She's a-tryin' to hide
Pretendin' she don't know me
I's out
Don't hurt me none, don't hurt my pride
'Cause I got my little lady right by my side
She's a-tryin' to hide
Pretendin' she don't know me
I's out
the history of music
By night, just to pay for that shit, you'd dance
To get your pants was a mission impossible
We were both the same age but I
Suppose
And As far as I can tell
Healthy as an ox
Sick flow chicken pox
Talk shit you get popped
Shuck yo corn up off dat cob
Bitches bob like B.o.B
Make you float up
of the charts. Where you want to be?
Off in my prime it's all about timing
As I look at my shit make history
No mystery. Mistook and, nigga
That eight-time
thick, I'm the one you go and get
Don't look confused, the truth is so plain to see
Cause I'm the nigga that you sell-outs are ashamed to be
In every
wasn't an option
Having someone to tell it to me straight would have kept me from getting it twisted
You don't have to carry that weight by yourself I
history
I want you
To come to me
I'm Starved for friends
Dont deny me this
They already stopped by
And left me a kiss
And If i die tomorrow don't act like
that's a tribute to Kobe
Screamin' free Boogie till I see my homie
Gone for too long, feel like time movin' slowly
Want me to cuff, but I don't fuck with
day you'll remember the name
You ain't no pretender
They want to dismember a part of your brain
To make you more sane
But you are the only one sane
They
our souls. to Satan.
Instead. We KILL him. By the same game he plays' (EM!)
Remember, God. I am NOT. A RAP. GOD. (RAP GOD!)
I'm just trying make half
breaking out the matrix
Mama she want me to go get a job
A threat to myself I think i'm cheddar bob
These niggas don't live what they say in they rhymes
It's
on the side (side)
Loving you is getting so abstract
You still don't know me
They really want to quench my fire
Stain my attire
I want to climb up
They wan
gone forever
But tomorrow a mystery
Mystery mystery, that's life
I'm not the person i used to be
I'm just letting it vibe, won't make it harder than it
on'n'n'on'n'on on'n'on,
The beat don't stop until the break of dawn
I said M-A-S, T-E-R, a G with a double E,
I said I go by the unforgettable name
Of the man
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