Lyrics:
to help you up
Are you the man you thought you'd be by the time that you turned thirty-three?
Are you still a bullet in your daddy's gun?
Don't forget
bridge
Whenever it'd arrive
Now through the flames I see her standing
On the other side
Burning bridges
One by one
What I'm doing
Can't be undone
There was a man whose memories were made up,
Of nothing.
He pushed the elevator button, and go home,
To nothing.
Yes his business had prospered
up, fuck 'em up
Every man for theyself
Unless you cheat wit a crew similar to myself
We in the "to be" killa zone, playin' the D
Lovin' the D
a champion, I do what can't be done,
In the real league nerd, not the fantasy one
Throw your hands up, you can cheer for your boy,
When I hit the stage get
boy you gotta get yours)
I gotta get mine, girl you gotta get yours
(I gotta get mine, boy you gotta get yours)
I gots, no love for a punk bitch
I
with a copper.
They were there waitin' to pin a medal on him
(Come on get up, get your hands up!)
Yeah, that's it, a nice gold medal for the copper
you up
It's when you realize you're in Heaven like how'd you get there?
Baby what you doin' in this chair? Couldn't let you sit there
You need help,
If you can't handle these claws, you don't get this kitty
Baby, pick me up, spin me 'round, take me on a ride
Pull you by the belt, recognize that
half thief and half black
Bring your boys and your guns and get laughed at
Bitch smacker, rich rappers get they Jag jacked
And found chopped up in
No I.D.
Make a couple platinum records in that bitch and then I dip up out it
On the 101, my wife text me
Talkin' 'bout, "You gotta get home, feed
Stretch Homicide and my nigga Gambino
Seek and Po can't forget Money Bags
Stickin' up spots, boy, and jumpin' in Jags
Gotta get ahead and always stay
boys, you bet 'em five bucks
You'd get the girl that just walked in, but she thinks you suck
We didn't get all dressed up just for you to see
So quit
it on a piece of paper
Then you put a stamp on it
And they'd get it three days later
Boys would call the girls
And girls would turn them down
the poor boy down.
Sure as you're born, they bought me a silk suit,
Put luggage in my hands,
And I woke up high over Albuquerque
On a jet
Grandma's hands
Picked me up each time I fell
Grandma's hands
Boy, they really came in handy
She'd say, "Matty don' you whip that boy
What you want
highlight like 'Nique ('Nique)
And my diamonds are so unique (bling)
Heard the alphabet boys still watchin' me
All this D&G on me and my freak (Dolce)
eyes fixed straight ahead
They ride the line of balance and hold on by just a thread
But it's too hot in these tunnels, you can get hit up by the heat
dues just to get me by
Now the barkeeps would pay us by the crowds we bring
But those son-of-bitches never paid us one damn thing
And my poor Daddy,
I saw him picking up the pieces of his broken heart
And so I stopped to see what I could do
His heart had been run over by a reckless lover
She
this in the club, baby, you got to get up
Thug niggas, drug dealers, yeah, they giving it up
Lowlife, yo' life, boy, we living it up
Taking chances
Mother, Father, I'm here in the zoo
I can't come home 'cause I've grown up too soon
I got my sentence
I got my command
They said they'd make me
drinking
Park it in my lot, 7-11
I'm rubbin' on it, rub-rubbin'
If you scared, call that reverend, boy I'm drinking
Get my brain right
Armand de
(uh)
Ti esrever dna ti pilf, nwod gniht ym tup (come on)
If you a fly gyal, get your nails done
Get a pedicure, get your hair did
Boy lift it up
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