Lyrics:
good
We ain't really sweatin it, we made it out the hood
They woulda wrote us off if we done did it by the book
Yeah I said it's all good, it's all good
today
Fuck up your plans make your album delay
What more can I say
Ambitiouz done scooped a nigga at his lowest
Fam everybody sleeping finally woke up
Fam
They say what I'm tryna do
Has never been done I wanna try
I will not be defined by
Old failure I'm a new guy
I used to like the adderall
Till I
I dey take do so my album
Every song I record ɛwɔ number
This war started that's his son
I was the boy born by chance
In a world my dad harm is done
the rain I'll heat up
And ya'll can't stop my sunshine, fuck one-time
Got heavy wit gats to push your face back
Trash-ass album sound like you played it
Ok alright
Hey this song right there
Was off the first album I ever made
It's called Reasonable Doubt
Also was fortunate enough to be
Blessed by
a publicity stunt? This should be fun
Last album now 'cause after this you'll be officially done
Eminem killed by Eminem
Matthew Mitchell, bi-, I even have
people to buy
Well how's this for a publicity stunt? This should be fun
Last album now 'cause after this you'll be officially done
Eminem killed by
die, genocide the cause
Expect a blood bath, the aftermath is y'alls
I told you, last album, we need help 'cause we dyin'
Give us a chance, help us
All the girls that hold it down, getting beat on by they man
Respect women, I don't care if they a 2 or a 10
We don't beat on Kat Stacks, we just
Shit, tired of gettin shot at
Tired of gettin chased by the police and arrested
Niggaz need a spot where WE can kick it
A spot where WE belong,
for an album, didn't need my rhyme book
Uphill both ways by foot
Sleepin' on me, turned nightmares to dreams
Like I'm misunderstood
Motivate myself,
of the nigga that's makin' your beats?
I've done things for him I thought that he never would need
Father had to stretch his hands out and get it from me
I
the M-I-crooked
Just to make 'em peep what I'm cookin', I love Mississippi
I put a studio in my partner kitchen
So by the way I'm whippin you would think I'm
hit me
Just to pick up the closest thing and knock the living shit out of he
So if you run up, you get done up, I'ma end it
Throw the gun up out
Hustle Gang
Remix! F.D.B!
West Side, Bankhead, that's where I'm from
Everything y'all did, it been done
My Tru game and my shoe game
You can't touch
Artist: Flesh-N-Bone f/ Big Punisher, Fat Joe
Album: T.H.U.G.S. (Trues Humbly United Gatherin' Souls)
Song: No Mercy
[Fat Joe]
Yeah, real
Ain't no way niggas
Still doubt me after this shit
Ain't no way you been here
This long and still ain't rich
I done dumped my savings
And my
with her my light was dimmer
Not a bad thing she calmed me down like MSG dinners
Months pass by, got put in groups, ain't think much of it
Found my leg
when the rents due
Yet thankless if things do improve
And nobodies moved by what you’ve been through
It's all about the groove the publics into
We was
offended by this, but that's the market y'all missed
That's the target I'll hit
And that's the heart of my pitch
I wanna do this whole thing different
What
something and I got it covered
Somehow always rise above it
Why you think I got my head in the clouds on my last album cover?
The game is all mine and I'm
some things, get it by any means
I disappear then reappear with a new scheme
I got fans now, I got fans down
Who can't wait till the album's out
I
That I no longer acknowledge
There are so many things
I have yet to accomplish
Thought I’d be done by thirty-one
Long as I’m being honest
But I’ve got
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