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records as well
Nas, the alleged ring leader of it, is furious at Tupac
Excuse me Makaveli's verbal a**ault
On Mobb Sleep, Notorious B.I.G. and several
Five-oh-one come follow me yo, everywhere that I go
And I know I ain't did nuthin' (hell naw)
The district think I be just a lil trick kid frontin'
U Ak got
your eyes I see a part of me there
So excuse my directness, but I just don't care
What I think I'm talking about is a last ditch chance
Don't care
to relate to people that
Haven’t related to me yet, not because I’m
You know
Don’t love the fans I have but I think
It’s important you know to grab somebody
morn'
I don't want a friend I want a million bucks
(Help me out now)
See, that's the reason I don't like to talk
Niggas think they haters 'til
They hit
They felt that they were laying tracks, for the generation to come
I think my mother knew that freedom wouldn't come in her lifetime
Just like I know
recoginize just what I've got
I've got control of my soul and I gotta firm hold
And if I keep on holding, I'ma reach my goals
When I'm walking through
the M-I-crooked
Just to make 'em peep what I'm cookin', I love Mississippi
I put a studio in my partner kitchen
So by the way I'm whippin you would think I
facts
You keep on watching me
Cause you think i'll be back
Trynna control my life
Baby i'm tired of that
You love to wear rick owens so then I put
the perfect match for you
And I chose to win, but it's me you lose
Can't look you in the eye
Cause anytime I do, I think about all those lies
All the goddamn
hatred with a left hook
How silly is this shit, it's making me sick
ruining fun by acting like pricks
I look around and see so much gone wrong
how much
the wind
Boy you need to know that you got a friend
It'll always be me (I'll always be here) (Repeat 2x)
Now I'm growing some fuzz, getting older like
Then you come around and drag me down
I've done my part and I've worked to hard to stay in the dark
Take my heart I'm falling apart
I've got no excuse
Sitting here twiddle my thumbs,waiting for the bus to come
Six to three got the best of me when will all my work be done
I ain't got an excuse, there
my eyes, got water in em
Why the fuck am I still standing here, nobody love me I ain't happy here
My mama said, she can't handle him
But still, I
Should I make a move because this is feeling so right
Pull up like yo excuse me miss
May I please have a dance?
I'm not really good at doing this
Hoping I
chase
I got something for you in the car wait
I got offered porn by scarface
I know the payphone means heartache
A man in the cellphones before me
I’ve
classed in
I always manifest a meal can't think a time I had for fasting
Bring me a buck and ill return with a herd
Could sell grease to a pan how im so
Been saved again by the garbage truck
I got something to say you know but nothing comes
Yes I know what you think of me you never shut up
Yeah I can hear
The enemy is here, I said stop
Give it to 3
I'm going to show you how to do it if you know what I mean
One by one against, give me the name
All you
fuckin' bed
They don't sell dope, yo, excuse me, yes they do
But they don't look that much like me or you
But if you pull up the sheets and expose them
When I called you baby
I admit that it was lazy
But I was young, and you seemed to like it
I've whispered lesser names in lesser lighting
I think I
And Christians get angry at me 'cause I say things like, "Why the long nose, Pope-nocchio?"
They'll think I'll go to Hell
The truth is, I've been to Christian
hear(that)
been saved again by the garbage truck
I got something to say you know but nothing comes
yes I know what you think of me you never shut up
yeah I can
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