Lyrics:
In the Noughties
I went from 8 to 18
Somebody wake me up
From my teenage dream
Please don't be alarmed by my childhood trauma
I always find the humour
this is my land so prick don't trip cause
K's don't jam and a nigga don't miss
They tellin me I'm the shit
Like a nigga don't piss
But nigga don't slip
some change, put the range wit' the stained wood
Now chicks, they keep they eyes on me
Wanna grind on me
Haters plotting so I keep my nine on me
You
name to cheater
I don't like it when you call me big poppa
From south central and I hate helicopters
If we at school I'll break in your locker
See me
and your legs cutoff
And as for your man, don't you ever in your motherfuckin' life
Know when I gotta gun, come at me wit' a knife, aight?
And forgettin'
face
Cause y'all fuck at a snail's pace
And you might get sprayed with mace
By the ebony
So when she's doing her job you better let her be
Don't try
small you cant f*** wit me
Ima avalani baby and im throwing big C’s
5hunnid blocc im from atown
And i don’t wanna stop dont wanna slow down
Yeah don’t
move your key by the crawler
I'm the one sippin' weight couch the balla
You'll niggas is hustlin' backwards
Come see me withcha all
They don't wanna
legs cutoff
And as for your man, don't you ever in your mutherfuckin' life
Know when I gotta gun come at me wit' a knife?
And forgettin' you ever saw
sure you don't, yo yo Marley turn me up a bit
Which one of you punk ass rappers
Wanna get chewed up like seafood platters?
Bring your best rhyme, it
To the end it's motherfuckin on hoe
It's Pastor troy and I'm havin fun hoe
Chorus
I don't think they wanna fuck with the murda man
Fuck wit the murda man fuck
wanna try somethin' right now
See they don't do this anymore
I'm a sing something
And I want the guys to sing wit' me
They go
"It feels like
music"
Won't you quit that shit you be talkin, its big spit
Later for them suckas they tardy they ain't hit
Disobeying ???? from you ??? don't let her see
Components their composing
You know wit's owning
Everyone else fake they just posing
I'm one earth to enlighten to
Spark the brain like lightning
To brighten
connect the dots
See if you wanna do it to yourself or not
Don't get to close, cause you might get shot
Just do yourself a favor, get the f**k up out
suspect
He was making love
To someone else
Boy you're killin me
[Repeat 1]
Oh yeah (x 4)
[Repeat 1]
[Missy Elliott]
I'm sitting on the side of the curb
buy they game
If he ain't scored in the first half bench his ass
If you play wit' my money I'm a lynch ya ass
I'll John Lynch ya shit don't tempt me
They say rap music is subliminal
But the music for us is like our own diary
Something like a confession
They tell me life is a bitch
She's something
niggas wanna see me catch a case and get struck out
But I'm laughin' 'bout to knock they ass the fuck out
Bitch, quit actin' like a stuck up clown
Sittin' up in the hotel room lonley
But I thank god I'm wit my homies
But sometimes I wish I was back home
But only no radio or videos
'Cause they show me
Fake ass school and rhyme
So anybody who thinks this fuckin
Attitude is a gimmick come and see me
See if I don't live up to this image
"Noyou hear me
right)
Now she wanna spend (what?)
All night with me (She wanna wake up with Weezy F. Baby)
Let me be the one that you throw it to (throw it back, ma)
ahead of these trendy rappers speed up
I'm already hot when another one starting to heat up
Got Mannie hot wit me cause I always beat his beat up
Y'all
right)
Now she wanna spend (what?)
All night with me (she wanna wake up with Weezy F. Baby)
Let me be the one that you throw it to (throw it back, ma)
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