Lyrics:
niggas be hating cuz they ain’t born to win
So Im cruising wit lasers beams and hollow tips
Started aiming for stars because we want it all
Florida
caged, like a wild cat
By fools who don't know where its at
But it ain't gonna be that way no more
In my head there's a cry of pain
I wear my heart out
No matter what the weather, we be getting our cheddar
So we can have a better tomorrow
Oh, money, cars, superstars, getting ours, working hard
For
can't take no more of Billy Ray
Don't play that song
That "Achy Breaky" song
The most annoying song I know
And if you play that song
That "Achy Breaky"
the globe, generations of polluters will be punished for their sins
Un-shielded by the ozone layer they have successfully depleted
Left to bake in
left him for dead
Hollow on the tip we gon knock out yo dreads
Bagging up the green pack it up by the sled
Painting on the walls make an opp house turn
vivid colors (woo)
The jet is low, they make me take your trips, we fly by (let's go)
No stress is on my brain, no worries here, I'm chosen (yeah, yeah)
everything you wanted cause I can't be weak
Yeah baby that's it, do the split
Freak nasty all on my tip
I took it to my DJ fresh on wax
Put it
Yo, microphone check one two what is this
The five foot assassin with the ruffneck business
I float like gravity, never had a cavity
Got more
Uh
As I sit in my B-boy stance
With flip-flops and socks, and sweatpants
We finna enhance your brain, check it out
Once upon a time not long
frustrated, my brains are fried
I'm frustrated, no place to hide
Cause they see what they want to see
An' no one ever knows that I'm lonely
I've got
on the tip of my tongue
Shake the clouds 'til there's no more wetness in them
Tell your homegirls that you will send them
A postcard from 3000, hard
I'd be the bad guy, Kryptonite, the green chronic
'Cause I ain't got no legs
Or no brain
Nice to meet you
Hi, my name is
I forgot my name
My
Waking up again another sleepless night
Climbing taller buildings more dreams of flight
In a pool of sweat not knowing what to do
No more
Funny to see a ghetto nigga so classy
Enchanted by women who speak nasty
Tip toeing to court, went there for the past week
Leaning on my lawyer
a thing, except my next of kin
There's something on the tip of my tongue
Got a taste for sin
If you stamp your passport full of regret
You have nothing
Crabs, I'm followed by a camp like John Cougar
Mellen, tell them punks I put a swellin, for the lords split'cha
I kick tails that tips scales on the ricter
like goin' dumb on my hiatus
She fall more in love every time that I tip
I fade away every time that I-
Take a sip, I been goin' off the rip
I been
Circle the block where the beef's at
And park in front of my enemy's eyes
They see that it's war we life stealers
Hollow tip, lead busters there's no
is red
I want to put a hollow tip in a motherfuckers head
I got word on the street I got funk with the southside
I'm a show 'em how to do
screeching
Yo pour up a drink and sit back and think a little bit
Just a little bit
I ain't dealing no more with little shit
You get riddled quick
And all my
I used to be in love with this bitch named E&J
Don't fuck with her no more now I fuck with Tanqueray
Tanqueray introduced me to her first cousin Gold
to regain
And reign righteously simply by controlling my own brain
Proclaim accurate knowledge make it easily explained
Strain out these insects that continue
Everybody knew the Guinea was so foul
The SKS with the bayonet, oh wow!
I'll rob everything and leave you
With a hungry gut
The hollow tips leave you looking
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