Lyrics:
happy to see me
The Unit, by now you niggas should be used to it
I guess I gotta play the tape back and let you view it
Take these bullets out this K
money talks
That was a very hard time
The guilt inside was like some clouts
We used to face so many fools
It was when I felt a wind of doubts
Bridge
said there's not enough,
love or money to get by.
We could have made it if we tried.
But you lied to me, were you afraid to see,
If I could take it so
An expaending divide which kills both meaning and time.
An expaending divide in the demand: your money or your life.
The question only has its meaning if
too,
And God bless you, and send you a happy new year,
And God send you a happy new year.
Our wassail cup is made of the rosemary tree,
And so is your
Oppressed by the tyrants
Either shut the fuck up or join the calamity
Sign away your fucking lives
The path they paved with gold is the road
catch up, nigga, I came from behind
Nigga, I made up my mind, can't give a fuck 'bout a list
Which end we burning it at?
Loading up magazines, like,
so why the fuck I need to hear your two cents?
It's enough money around this bitch, the crew rich
Roxies and them basketballs, not the ones you hoop
that pussy open for me, I'm just tryna see
We ain't doin' no drive-by's, my niggas hoppin' out on feet, nigga
These niggas claim they smackers, not
by for a week or two
I wanna see the sun settin' on you
We can get some tan line tattoos
Drop a lime in a made-in-Mexico beer
Somewhere south
No, no, no (oh, it's a whole lot of Money over there)
Tryna find some love up in this world, this shit just need to hurt
Make excuses just
him
or the anger he had may have passed Guess he ran out of gas
Bought himself a bar he could drink at He made a lot of friends
And all them were good
gettin' lit with you and your friends (like huh?)
This Mercedes hybrid's not a regular Benz (Bars)
This a different type of money, bitch, this cash don't
man
Got me stressed
Cigarettes burn a hole in my chest
In a conflict soul possessed
Day by day we starving at his door to collect
Money, power, respect,
[ABK]
There's a party goin' on, who's comin' with?
To kill the rest of that warm 40, and grab ya shit
I hope you got some money, cause I ain't got
expenses are high
Seeing you've made it before
I'll take 20% and no more (Gross)
Oh, tell me Lord did you happen to bring with you
A saleable piece
to Oak-Town hit 'em up wit Yuk now
Yola snatchers
made money, go-getters
blood elapse ya
turn around an pimp slap ya
I'ma make you love me bitch
wit the cock
On the ground, givin' the yuckys
Glad I made it, I'm knowin' I'm lucky
Wait, know that I keep me a gunny
He played, one to the tummy
My bro stupid, he go dummy
So I jumped a couple trucks goin' southbound
Tucked the money in the toe of my boot
Left my bills in the bottom of the chimney and made off with my
'bout collectin' money
I'm tryin' to take better care of my body this quarter
Docter say drink more water, but Bacardi got you bent in this bitch
Life
chart burnin', kept learnin'
Kept earnin', and the wheels kept turnin'
But after all the hit songs and the fame is gone
Your money right, but
tried to shoot two, but your gun jammed so we pulled off, remember?
I headed by your mama house, for a couple of days
'Cause the niggas we was beefin'
pay
The way she took my money
Was a crying shame
Mary Lou, Mary Lou
She took my watch and chain
Mary Lou, Mary Lou
She took my diamond
a safe place fo' my babies.
Don't murda, brown up, so crazy get'n tha cruel
World, all made up it, like Hades.
Don't make Flesh break down, sign sight,
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