Lyrics:
the whole crowd Parts
They say no one man should have that much Power
But let me enjoy the moment, I'm the man of the Hour
Life is short you're lucky if
a dumb fuck
Die, you little fake fan
Die, cause you lied, B
I'm liable to break, man
Liable to break, man
Liable to break, man
What's it gotta take, man
'cause it won't slide.
Brown sub will wet ya ass like a dunk ride.
You're dead wrong for thinkin' them chicos won't ride.
Opa Locka revolve around
are goin' out to
Black Tail, you're gonna be a star, yeah
I heard you quit rap, your wife went back to porno flicks
You turned drag queen, a call girl
will tell you the deal
You gotta go by what your heart feel
'Cause if you don't you'll be misled
By stupid little things put inside your head
again
You're in their sights again
Why can't you just be a man
Why do you gotta be so loud
I keep my hands in my jacket when I go out
Don't you think
me down, I might just a need a girl like Scottie Beam
Fuck the present tho, man that shit just so obscene
But I guess that's just my weakness, gotta
Pay Up!
Trap house, on my chain, she like me now
Feel like Gucci, so icy now
Too much drip, gotta wipe me down
Chris Brown, look at me now
You
you ride for me?
Well I'ma die for you
Would you die for me?
Obviously, we all know you type of cats, let they man get struck
Never strike back,
And to all of you rappers in every country
You better stop what you're doin', and listen to me
'Cause we gotta stop war, and use unity
To fight crime
ain't rappin for cheese, I want meal tickets
Gotta start somewhere, and I'm past that
For the right scratch, I be the last mack
So stick yaself
niggaz ain't no toys
You're fuckin' with sixteen styles over sixteen bars
Sixteen car man entourage
And when we get things started, I'm the hardest
mug, gotta get my loot up
Bet your bitch get fucked if I ever met her
Bet your ditch get dug if you ever step up
One by one, I push 'em down, fat
showed,
That you gotta strike, you gotta fight to get what you are owed,
When you're building all your links on the chain, on the chain,
When you're
so boring
And I know where I'll go if you die
Quickly pet the grizzly bear
With the gleaming eyes
And soft brown hair
He'll never bite, but be
Everything starts from now. You're crazy, man. You know what?
When you said that last time, I was kinda trippin', right?
But now, you're right. I
SOUL OF A LOVIN' MAN
(Steve Brown)
You tell me that I'm no good
that I'm the cheatin' kind
Well baby if you really knew me
you'd know that is a lie
got these Jews from
Chris Brown bitch my diamonds dancing
Drop a four in a Tropicana
Gang with me don't got no manners
Shorty acting shy I turned that
a brain "
But this little brown boy just broke the chain, dang
I was raised by women that run with wolves
Protect like the eagles
And thunderbolts
Tell
heart, man, it's this frozen place
Gotta watch for your soul, man, you could go today
Now my dawg, I'm finna meet you at them golden gates
We stuck
soul, okay
Everybody wanna be demon 'til they get chipped by your throwaway
And I might do a show a day, once a lame, always a lame
Oh, you thought
change your mind and realize you were wrong
I gotta be, I gotta be
Feels so unreal, feels so weird
Getting used to your absence, smiling when you're not
gets harder
To win, we gotta catch ‘em
We gotta snatch ‘em
One by one, you get eliminated
You're not discriminated
It gets legitimated
Finally, one
Yea
Let me tell you something about life it
Is not just strife and when
Time is passing by you don't
Notice because you're having fun
But why that time
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