Lyrics:
YO, is in this to win this
A brand new LP SO MIND YOUR BUSINESS
No jokin, I'm gettin paid fully
You want to buy the cassette, stop by Sam Goody
and guns
Breathe
Spray guns, life results with you often times
[Tech N9ne]
Just sprayed by the Tech N9ne hand gun
Now I'm on the outrun
Flowin up
her bitter attitude just cause she's sick of men
But I'ma keep on callin', fightin' 'til the end
On my knees 'til they bleed, to prove my love again
What's up?
Yo, this C-Note, Rollers tried to jack a nigga up
'Cause a nigga with a pearl rollin' on a Coupe with goldens
Yo, man, what's up? This
Yo, (ok) kids I was sittin on the block the other day man
Some fine ass girl walked by
And she was lookin, I'm lookin back
She said uh "JD I love
Radio style, yeah
She was a fly girl from the projects
With a super dope body that I had to get
So I stepped to her
(What did you say, Ron)
I said, ?Yo
R-O-C
Memph Bleek
Jigga man
Missy, Twista sho' nuff
Yeah, yo
Don't get mad at me
I don't love 'em I fuck 'em
I don't chase 'em I duck 'em
I
Yo
Just so you all know what time it is
It's your homeboy
Straight from the A-T
I ain't even going say the motherfucking rest
But you know
of kings ah call
Old man to Pickney, so wave unnuh hand if you with me
To see the sufferation sick me
Dem suit no fit me, to win election dem trick we
And that's as close as I get to a pyramid
Shit, they think I'm Illuminati, so fuckin' ignorant
Sick with a grin, here with this pen, so innocent
But when
the nigga's don't pay the bills
And bein' broke at 30 give a nigga the chills
So what we gotta do is creep and see a sweet vic
Yo, you see that shit? (Hell
can't grow on me, so don't greet me
I'm sick of the prentendin and all the make-believe
Pronto, move back, give me space to breathe
I'm not a push-over,
from insane days
Make ya sick like bad mayonnaise
(Tech N9ne!) Got the remedy rhyme infinity
Criminally finna be some shit
I crack you open like
Shego but she know I go where the green go
Casino
Man I'm so sick of the haters
I feel like Ne-Yo like Ne-Yo
Ima break the news to that h*** like I'm
Come here baby, we the niggas you wan be standing by
I'm there, I'm standing on sumthing so hold your cameras high
I got that street sound, I'm gettin
layd me astray. yo fuckem.
Nobody but my closest know about my darkness and when they fall away. yo fuckm.
I'm to sick that I never checked outa my
on my dick,
thats yo chick, know when I rock the McRick spits sick,
she strips quick cuz Ninas big shit,
and you say you aint even heard nothin new
So...
[Chorus]
I got mine, I hope you (got yo'self a gun)
You from the hood I hope you (got yo'self a gun)
You want beef? I hope ya (got yo'self a gun)
your hood like a, teenage mom
Yo Biggie (What? What?) She havin' my bay-bayy
If I pull out the A.K., keep your hands high
This rule is so underrated
Yo, Phife, you doing a remix or what?
Uh huh
Yeah
Ay yo, Bus', let me get a backwood, nigga
Ha ha, yo
Phife Dawg is in the buildin' (uh huh)
Had a taste once and I can't get enough
Mesmerized by the green in yo eyes
Takin it back by the swag in yo stry
I done got picked up by the love boat
so sick of the love songs, I just want us to be better, is that so wrong
Said I'm
All right, all right, that was Ne-Yo, So Sick, coming in
And now the jewel emits cold, wander prominent.. honour (honour)
I bought up silkworms by the bucket like starter kits
So you first bought a stitch
the dizope
While me and Xzibit was ballin' by cizoast
I'm the black Slim Shady so don't try to play me
Turn a six into a Bentley and drive em' crazy
Roll
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