Lyrics:
knives to guns, from the rich to the slums
We ran out of dope, I don't think so, son
While I be gunned by a mark from the enemy park
From daylight
by myself
Think I need an FN
Boutta put an FN on me
Why I'm acting different round you
Cuz I think you said something
Talk behind my back
And then I
I think I finally came to my senses
Emotionally you've beat me senseless
But I ease my stresses by staying Mary Jane scented
I know you repent, But
[Chorus: Kandi]
You make me TALK nasty nasty to ya
Dream about how I want to do ya
Think things to think about you bring it out
You show me
If I love you right or wrong Ima ride to the end
On my side we don't pretend I was raised by made men
Knew the game by age of 10 that's when my uncle
chest hairs lift
[chorus]
[jermaine]
Only you do ah, ah
think about this n try try
to kiss all the places
missed by the basic lovin' up your guy-ah
Different cars I'll switch the ven
Hella shots but this ain't hen
Fucked her raw that bitch a ten
Talm bout Cg talm bout Brynne
Selling white girl talm bout
Vuk ekseni gazi (Wake up blood)
hlanganis imali (Get your money together)
Wake Up in the morning
trynna get this money x2
Verse 1
Ngi vuk ekseni
Hello, hello
Today we'll be doing a reading of
The Gift of the Magi, which was published by O. Henry
In the December of 1905
The Gift of the Magi
growin
Adolescent -- with a childish mind
Your brain is small, plus it's hard to find
I need a microscope, to see a two-cent brain
That don't think, when
(Na, try down across the street, I
Think that nigga keep one, i don't know)
I'm finna head over there and
I'mma be right back
(Fuck what you doing, man?
got it's own laws
Except when it get sucked off by holes in the sky that are as wide as a door knob
Life is getting real hard
No pun is intended
Just
And quickly put out the fire,
By working out our differences and
Finding truth we can all believe in.
We're looking at life from a different side.
We're
president
Just a different hypocrite
Colt Brothers, Goldman Sachs all runo
The world as they see fit
As they turn the planet into dust
And your
wagon
Step out, jeans sagging, crew laughing
Getting blazed by the fiend for ten bones a piece
Nothing but the dog in me needing to be released
This
It's all about the shoe prints your feet make
You gotta lay the blueprint
My two cents is worth way more than a couple pennies
And I can't think
Sunny Day
You and me
By the way you look beautiful to me
Oh right
Sunny Day
I have something to tell you
That by the way I think you should be
of MC's think it's just a speed contest
They want to brag about the neighborhood, oh you want to boast?
We come from different cities and we're coast
cents
I got tears dripping finger tips
All I know is that they not mines
Think I got way too drunk baby
Can you tell me what happened last night
Cus I
to the wise. Dedicate it to dames
Dividin' myself into 100 ten times
You can't deny the offering's an offer
Flows that glow with aurora's the spark
I'm one of the baddest
I'm better than average
I couldn't imagine my life without this rappin'
It's automatic, head on a swivel
Eyes in different
slang shots
Hit G spots by giving hoes back shots
I'm a young country boy, long socks with flip flops
But I pull up on your block in the 500 Benz drop
around your way
It's been a long time
Long time long time
[Verse 1: Black Thought]
Struck by the luck of the draw
Real life preservation
What I'm
think you've got it figured out
Got a big head from them labels trying to bring you out
'Til they passed on you, they ain't see what they was missing
Discuss these think different by 10 cents Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In