Lyrics:
Know you’re gonna feel
You don’t know the half you better chill
Worked my arse off without a meal
I don’t need no sympathy
Promise they will remember
diplomacy. Well, he sees this as a chance to improve his skills, too. So he responds in a friendly and amused tone]: Simon, Mann
NCphail [surprised by this
to get me by
Is killing myself slowly, just fighting to survive
But you're turning me into someone new
You got me doing things I never thought I'd do
wont u get out an vote
honestly hate is yah true Virtue
And it's nuffin yah could do to make this living hell great
One thing to improve would b by
in it represent it
Ya'll boys, ya'll boys ain't ready for us
Project Pat, Noreaga, D.J. Paul, Juicy "J"
Hypnotize Minds in here, like this
Talk shit, do my dance, momma always told me
Keep your chin up, be the bigger man
Look out for my brodie
We gon' make it just stick to the plan
Pay
effect of casual sex
But maybe Jimmy's also a by-product of your neglect
And utter lack of regard for anybody but yourself
Luh
This problem is bigger
by The Great Pretender
Come on and say it with me
Y'all better stop playin' with me
[Last Emperor]
Check it, check out the number one style
From
you gonna Approach it), I'm done thinking About you
You were there just For the moment uh
(You were There just For the moment uh)
On To Better things
gettin' by, a better guy
She 'bout to spread her wings and you just gotta let her fly
You know you can't control a Gemini, that's facts
She like, "Shh,
GOT bigger and bigger and bigger and bigger and Deffer and better
This my better bottom of brother, word to mother!
[Sonsee]
Mo' niggaz grab the mics,
rabbit no more
You wanted something bigger and better
(So the summer passed and now the rabbit's old?)
Right, right
So now you own a Cadillac
Nothin' make a woman feel better
Than Berrettas and Amarettas, butter leathers and mad chedders
Chillin' in a Benz with my amigos
Tryin' to stick a nigga
Nothin' make a woman feel better
Than Berrettas and Amarettas, butter leathers and mad chedders
Chillin' in a Benz with my amigos
Tryin' to stick a nigga
the kitchen cookin at stove
I was a lil nigga wit a bigger dream
Want fast cars, and a pinky ring
Man I gotta go get it by any means
So you know what that means
might know as Tyrone from Trailer Park Boys
We even had a manager, this guy named Martin Finch
While I was doing this group thing
I was still always
Jet with the Bentley GT coupe
You can have nice things. If that's you, do you
But better make sure that you He catch you preaching truth
Call me Greg B
I fucked up
I made a mistake
Nobody does it better than myself
I'm sorry
I'm not afraid to say
I wish I could take it back, but I can't
I'm
Bring that back where the beat gone
I'm too hard don't get too scarred
Better run you won't get a peace off'
Things getting hairy I shave off,
I can chew
matter how far I'll find
To let you know, that you're not alone
Only thing they ever did wrong (yes, yes)
Was bein born black, in this white man's world
the wilderness
As he did to apostle paul he will never let you fall
All your enemies he promise just to kill them with a sword
A thousand by your side
Ten thousand
the days go by, I'mma waste no time!
I just wanna wake up, I just wanna make it work
Dreaming
You already know
Wanna do it better
Bigger than you've ever
swearin that they better
givin a cold shoulder as they roll by in the [fuckin] jetter
I gets no pay though 'cause they know that you know
can't wait to take
you better work for better things, like it's my dream
To get my family out this situation
Granny missed, you know I'm in your prayers
L.A. boy just went
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