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Maybe we took this too far
I went in headfirst, never thinkin' about who what I said hurt
In what verse, my mom probably got it the worst
The brunt
clockin' the Yay
I hustle for real
Let you hold the block for a day
[Eve]
Pull it in your brain
And give you a hot idea
You want to low
Here's
Ain't this what y'all need me for
You done pissed me off what is y'all leaving for
Oh what? A white girl with a flow ain't been seen before
Bow down
fazed, only here to sin
If Eve ain't in your garden, you know that you can
Call me when you want
Call me when you need
Call me in the morning
I'll
searching
And You keep digging
You will find it
You're gonna find it
And You might be real happy
With what You found
So gather 'round
I want to tell
mini, money, mini, mini
It ain't all about the money
When I was hustler, two dogs by my side plus a black pistola
Loud MCs, feel the silencer
Y'all still
a ho, man, but she's still my bitch
Yeah, man, all that shit sounds real good
But you know what?
Now take my bitch, I guess y'all fools don't know
bitch, it's hard to pass it up (what)
While you'll was partying I been in the lab
You want that dope, give me an hour
Plus a pen and a pad
Ayo Meth
friends, hoes are your enemies
With ho energy to do what ya do
Blew what ya blew
Screw what ya screw
Y'all professional like DJ Clue, pulling on my coat
(First of all, this song right here got)
You say what is it that you want?
(a long ass intro)
You got everything that a woman
Could ever need in life
the Dynasty by being one of the realest niggas out
Way beyond a Reasonable Doubt (Y'all can't fill my shoes)
From my Blueprint beginnings 'til that Black
Turn it up (turn it up)
Swizz Beats the monster
(Fix ya face, Ruff Ryders)
Let's do it
(D-Block) E-V-E, Styles P. and Sheek
(Whats up, whats up)
twice
I want all the love you fucking owe me
Surprising if by now you still don't know me
Some want the new me, some want this, some want the old me
the Dynasty by being one of the realest niggas out
Way beyond a Reasonable Doubt (Y'all can't fill my shoes)
From my Blueprint beginnings 'til that Black
and her shoes is ill
But her hand, keep slippin on the woodgrain wheel
But it's cool, we never slippin' when there's moves to make
Especially when what we
my friends on the other side
You got what you wanted
What you want's what you get
Hush
we're back!
Y'all market y'all block, they sent me to corner that
Rap game's an old flame, my nigga I want 'em back
Like mic check
Pimp for what
Worth millions still back your bitch lookin bummy what
Ya'll staring at the angel of death
Liar liar pants on fire You burning up like David Koresh
when what we talkin' ain't ya usual cake
I pump bass for y'all bathin' apes, to get charged
Nah, I'm not a dealer, I'm a poet at large
We in the wind
Stop it, stop it hey radio, fuck you! Radio
Fuck you! Y’all don’t want to lose again a
Lot of people here tonight felt like
They lost you know why?
killin' greed, we killin' homelessness
And I don't give a fuck about this land, I want ownership
Bow your head for just God's sake
Listen what the stars
out on the corner
To see what I could do
I guess I get to play the races
I'm passin' it on to you
6-3-8 is the number today
6-3-8 is the number you
talkin 'bout Jimmy I ain't talkin' 'bout Dame
I'm talkin' 'bout real shit dem people playin'
What is you talkin' 'bout? I don't know what y'all sayin'?
Graffiti, Stories
Under the boardwalk
Shoutout to Jonathan Hay, Ranna, Iliana Eve
Ya'll know what it is
Uh oh oh
From Cali to Florida the glistening
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