Lyrics:
respectable
Put in a lil' bit o' thug in yo life come join the festival
Lemme see yo breasticles you somthin' bitch show me love
And I'll show you what this
a knife[03:02.77]By the witch[03:03.70]In her cloak she was the love of his life[03:06.43]Or so he thought[03:08.83]This is that famous tale[03:10.68]Where the villain
quick to get reactor still
Die by my respect, you niggas play, we pop him like a pill
Say this that fast life (woo, woo)
Still high on Percocet, I
nigga E-40, 'Element of Surprise'
One of my fellas overheard about it in the pen, chopped a couple of kites
Told me to be careful 'cause niggas'll take
They'll get ate like forty divided by five
Right, but that aside
While mandem play like a pantomime
I'm trying to bring me and you back to life
But I ain't
Me twenty two is no fun
So let me play with me nine
I'm steppin'with the Enterpri$e
My only army brigade, and if I drop
Then I just throw this like
shit in real life, y'all a bunch of motherfuckin' e-boys
We do this shit for MC's, the DJ's, the B-Boys that destroy the track
Spent most of my days
and red cent (true)
Monopoly is real life when you're fine
She the head of the game (who she is?)
Yo, my homegirl Money Jane
I hope you witness
Fuck with me, you know what it is
I shoot you arm, leg, leg, arm, head
The heater burnin' bruises on my hip this year
I shoot your arm, leg,
Fuck with me, you know what it is
I shoot you arm, leg, leg, arm, head
The heater burnin' bruises on my hip this year
I shoot your arm, leg,
(Birds chirping)
(Someone's snoring)
(Sample of Alarm Clock's Ringing) awww shit!
Here we go, here we go
Wake your motherfucking ass up
This is
Buck 89 on the boards, what up buck
Word to god, Hussein, what up nigga
Haha, life is good, a yo
It's a reality that, all the real niggas
Have
"You gotta make your own mark" my dad says
But all I've got is this marker to write with
cnd I don't care about a fancy house
So do I even wanna try?
judgement
Tried by jury of my peers but where the judge went?
What will my legacy be?
Who will my enemy be?
In due time as I write this rhyme
I don't
I do my dog! so T.T.G. let's go to war!
Number one video B.E.T., M.T.V. so Sucker Free
You live your life through these movies you a T.V.,
A nigga
ever
You murderin' in the booth is the furthest thing from the truth
Rest assured, I'ma treat this booth like I'm pealin' off the plastic
On a pill
My scratch is smellin' sour and it's stinkin'
Got a nigga seriously thinkin'
"How can I kill this odor, and purchase me a Lincoln?"
Minimum wage
location
My scratch is smellin sour and it's stinkin
got a nigga seriously thinkin
"How can I kill this odor, and purchase me a Lincoln?"
Minimum wage
8ball, 4-Tay, Speeze-weeze, Spice-weeze, ya smell me?
It's E-feeze, mutha fuckaz ain't understandin' the signs of this
I cuss a mutha fucka out
Niggaz
how your mom and dad wanted you to be
This is for them forty somethings
Well raise up your glass and laugh like a motherfucker
This is for them fifty
that you don't fit into
And your slipping, falling, can't get up
I see God by my side and I gots to get up
My life
This is my life, this is my life
Just
on
I can take a hoe and put her on to this new life, and I think she love it too
In the S-Class, do a 220 in the outside like Gorilla Glue
Everybody see
on the table like it's dinner time
And this is what you call stereotyping by far?
Can you tell me me why your dog keep sniffing my car?
Huh? Got the audacity
gospel is Repent, which means 'let go of all that crap,' that's killin' ya. Life was supposed to be a pleasurable experience, not this torment, you know.
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