Lyrics:
Everybody know I got it, if you want it, then get at it
But I ain't gon have it,
No I ain't gon have it
[Chorus: T-Pain]
If you could you would get rid
up to you,
Why won't you say?
Make our lives turn out this way,
If they knew,
That we have got nothing to lose.
No reason to hide from what's true.
In
Let me hear you sing
(Sorry) I ain't sorry
(Sorry) I ain't sorry
I ain't sorry, nigga, nah
(Sorry) I ain't sorry
(Sorry) I ain't sorry
I
a gangsta who live and die by the gun
Caught a hot one, sprayin' you bitches 'til there is none
I'm like a Rolling Stone, homie, I got you under my thumb
need to survive
I got you by my side
So I'm holdin' on
I'm feelin' strong, baby you're the one
For all my life
Yeah, I'm holdin' out, there ain't
shit in 5th Ward
We got killas and hustlas, and playas too, so nigga disregard
What you seeing on them western movies
'Cause yo! I ain't never rode
NARC's on a nigga back missin me by inches
And they say how do you survive, weighin one-fifty-five
in the city where the little niggaz die
Tell mama
the radio
Ain't been two miles down the road
The way you look at me baby I don't know
If we even gonna make it to the party
Yeah we gotta whole lot of moon
paint nails
Does she like me? I can tell
I can tell (I can tell)
If the money brand new just by the smell (by the smell)
Might buy the bitch a Benz
thirty three V tires, he fire
These streets ain't papaya ma
You gotta keep heat on your side
Two must, so I'm a get three more and cop you one
Wait,
-Check this out
-You a playa if you got bitches and blunts in your house, right?
(right right)
-but you a motherfuckin' TRU g,
If you get the muffins
a boat, and I don't even know how to drive it
But it's all gravy, I just coast on autopilot
I'm on another coast, you ain't even in my time zone
By
(Die, die, die, die)
Baby, you my Bugsy Malone and
I'm your suicide blonde
You can be my film noir star
I'm your Queen of Saigon
If they don't
the Lakers
I'm cool with eses who got AK's in cases
Dedicated to all of those with big egos
Never fakin', we get the dough and live legal
Haters hate
I need)
You're all (you're all)
I need
To get by (all I need, all I need)
I got a love jones for your body and your skin tone
Five minutes
You brag about swag and your feminine trends
I belittle your riddle you Skittles with Eminem's friends
So I ain't trying to play with you, this
shoulders
But if I get half the chance to be like my old man
I ain't afraid of gettin' older
I got a few grays just like him, scars to show the life I
but I ain't a Crip though
But I got a gang of niggas walkin' with my clique though
Welcome to the melting pot, corners where we sellin' rock
Afrika
worth
Choose Hell, or Heaven on earth
If you live it right, there's nothing to fear
'Cause you'll find Heaven right here
Saw a man the other day, had it
Got to get a grip
Skin and bones, it ain't such a pity
If you think I'm vain, better shut ya lip
I can't explain how to be a fat city
You gotta
And I wonder if they'll laugh when I'm dead?
Why am I fighting to live, if I'm just living to fight?
Why am I trying to see, when there ain't
Spend the summertime naturally high
By chopping wood, the next one or five
Saving our money for the county fair
George Jones' supposed to be there
We got
Everybody's got the dues in life to pay, yeah
I know nobody knows
Where it comes and where it goes
I know it's everybody's sin
You've got to lose to know
don't find her naked
And I pray you niggas is hatin', shooters go after Judas
Jesus Christ if I live life on my knees, ain't no need to do this
Park it
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