Lyrics:
get-away plan
Out master pla-an
Don't you want my love?
It's a cloud, it's a broken boat
But it might make you laugh a bit
Easier
I'm like the trees
petite
All I know is eat by any means
I'm from the streets
Made it out the streets
Got alot of problems
None of them is beef
I'm about to pop like
you Make It To See 21
[50 Cent:]
I'm'a Soldier, I Done Told Ya, Don't Make Me Fuck You Up
Leave You Head Bust, I'm'a Head Busta, Man I Don't Give
perfect
But what's the point in makin' it out if all they do is cuff ya?
You know, we be comin' from, like
The worst conditions, the worst
ain't worth it
But you love dog and that's real talk
Don't nobody wanna put you in the dirt man
I know it's hard out here to get work
Got 2 strikes
ooh)
Danger (woo, ooh, ooh, ooh)
Little nigga don't know it get dangerous
Offset!
Make M's by the hour (M, m)
We gon' make him, leave him sour
work to get by
But bet I be the cleanest motherfucking
In the service on sunday morning
I take the line out the good
Book an eye for an eye
Shoot me I
big out in public
'Cause if you don't do it big, bitch, you ain't doin' nothin' (haha)
And I'ma hit this drink up like it's my last
I'ma, I'ma hit
drink,
Salvage all priorities and iron out all kinks.
My house ain't made of bricks and straw but never has it crumbled,
'Cause I stitched the brain's
syrup 'cause it help me cope (sippin')
I'ma just let the pills do the work, I don't wanna think no more (think no more)
Got a girl holdin' me down, I
out a coke can
Nigga got so much work, talkin' work
When I'm in the car
They still say I'm ridin' in the work van
Oh man, oh man, you don't really know
high,
next time we won't smoke all of that ounce you buy
Ooh, I almost forgot to blow the candles out
'Cause I don't really want to fall asleep
as the Jolly Green Giant
After he's fallen in pollen next to a killer bee hive colony tryin' to sneak by it
So please don't follow me while I revive rap
I'ma
to blow up
Don't you dare bite my rhymes, I'll make you throw up
Poison soaked in an acid bath
Swallow homeboy, your throat'll need a skin graft
Toss it
you know who-ooh.
[Chorus]
[Nelly]
OK, now let me see ya do it, baby.
Don't be afraid, go now.
Don't be ashamed of how ya do it, baby.
Just go
1, 2, 1, 2, yo check this out, it's the jump off right now
I want everybody, to put your work down, put your guns down
And report to the pit,
sell ya bitch
I count my bread in advance, I don't need help with it
I pour the lean by the ounce, never a drought
I'm just scoring like the Answer
But if you risk your house she made it all work out
She's gonna tell you even now
You gotta just
Well, you gotta just love your man
And hold his
Call it love and devotion
Call it the mom's adoration (foundation)
A special bond of creation, hah
For all the single moms out there
Going
Bad mouth a nigga just to convince a jury
You don't want it with me, you just horny as me
You want a nut, nuttin' but what is you be
I'm
spent
Don't even know how I'm gonna pay the monthly rent
But I know exactly what I wanna do
I wanna make this work with you
I know your wandering what I
devils bleedin', only black blood drippin'
We can change, what your mouth say?
I'm watchin' niggas work their lives out without pay
Whatever it takes
I try to slow down time
No, that don't work
So I gotta move fast
'Cuz I'm too slow
We in a race now
But can't keep up
So I gotta sort it all out
I
like you
No matter what they say about me
I'mma do whatever I gotta do
This is the come up
One day you gon' make it out the struggle
Don't you worried
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