Lyrics:
word out your slick mouth
Lucky I can't even argue with them little guys
I'm more focused on gettin' niggas legitimised
I own the land, I own
walks
When I was little I used to get so hungry I would throw fits
Sometimes I sit and wish Dr. Dre had a set of tits
Get behind me Shady and grab me by
I-I can care less
'Cause they don't know me
I-I'm livin' my life, like
It has nothin' to do with them, or, I'm not botherin' anyone
I will
(Turn
understand how
I hate when you say I should love you more
Maybe you should care a little more
Maybe you should care a little more
And teach me how to love
How
My dad like, "Do your thing, boy
Don't stop" shout out to my nigga Lud
Shout out to my nigga Swank
For hanging at the crib and
Telling me what you
into a cold killer
Alot of people came up like that
But alot of y'all faking that ya hold that gat
Now your little ass is out
You finally realized, you
like that in a theater before! how 'bout you, rhonda?
Rhonda:
You're a worm, harry. drop dead. god, you're disgusting! don't touch me! yuck! what is
destroy me out by the back and just let me cry
Little baby boy with a tear in his eye
Jackknife in the back; I'm a samurai
You little bitch
You saw me in my
Flying Solo
Even though I prefer the touch of a man
Can't nobody love me the way that I can
I can do bad all by myself
I'm flying solo
Even though I
the boys
Dancing with the girls
Throwin' em down
On top of the world
If you saw me tonight
You'd think I was fine
But there's more in this glass than what
his lower back out as soon as he goes to lift me? (Ugh)
Please don't, you'll probably fall with me
And our asses'll both be history
But then again,
barking
When you see the swamp, no trespassing
Rest it in a chest more time
But a headshot me like the most boy
Face get buss off case get buss off
Head
Oh I'm still coming up
Legs up inside this truck
They know it's us
And all I ask
More touch less conversation
And all I ask
Is when we getting naked
Yeah that's me, with a fifth of that Jack D
Still ridin' dirty to 8-ball MJG
Still got the house in the little hood that raised me
Still know dope boys
this bizarre
Rapper style used by me, the B.I.G. (b.i.g.)
I put my key you put your key in, money we'll be seein (c'mon)
Will reach the fuckin ceiling,
Cheers to another crazy year
If I could change some things I'd have a little less fear
And spend more time with y'all
And drink a little less alcohol
use it, man he never had a choice (a choice)
Keep drummin' little drummer boy, keep drummin' little drummer boy
To the rest, good riddance, here's
until you fall
Hit a wall, and get pissed at all
The shit you can’t do, like light a candle
And sit wit’ your girl because you have to
Have a girlfriend
worry
Bell me when you arriving still
Say less
In like 1 2 moves imma hunt that food don’t kill my mood
Say less
in the SLS out here no stress ball
freakin' by garbage can
The next young freak I met was Red
I took her to the house and she gave me head
She likes to freak was all she said
We jumped in
records
Sean J, you killed this shit
I heard they formed an alliance
Against little old me
You can tell by my gut
I ain't ran from no beef
I turn rappers
care
Not knowing for reality that I'd have to prepare
'cause money don't grow on no stick, well it's rare
Me and boy was still looking less and less
and women will be played by boy and girl
Lets all take seats
Please quiet during the performance
Lift her pull her from the orchids
Trying to read the script
You were there waiting just for me
Then it all began to fall down
And I saw a piece of a crown
Little Red Jewel you're all in my head I can't get you
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