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FUCK, SHIT, GOD DAMMIT, MUTHA FUCKA,
YOUNG BITCH, WHORE, SLUT, CUNT, WHEN YOU GONNA BE 18?
In the midst of my crisis I heard her say:
Well I'll be
As I was drivin' home along the boulevard late one night
I saw a guy in the corner, bummin' all alone
As I passed him by, I heard him holler out,
As I was drivin' home along the boulevard late one night
I saw a guy in the corner, bummin' all alone
As I passed him by, I heard him holler out,
else
Now he’s being good yeah do your taxes keep doing them
Nothing’s gonna change while these shirts still have blue in them
Why is there always so
They tryin' to top it
But I am the hottest
So I get the profits
I'm not from the projects
But I get it popping
I keep it low key
Breaking off a piece
Hommie what you think
By any means, but you know I gotta make my cash last
In case I get popped, gotta keep my hidden stash
By any means, bein' broke is
hurtin'
Yeah I deserve it
Deserve it (Deserve it)
The light starts to shine but they pullin' the curtains
I'm gonna keep searching cuz I deserve it
I'm
with it, A?
Whatcha gonna do?
{Take em on back to the streets}
Akon [Chorus]:
I keep the 40 cal on my side
Steppin with the mindstate
still gotta be careful with my cards like this is poker
Cuz I get hated on by retarded kids and tokers
Who listen to underground shit and keep calling me
was you tryin' to keep hidden?
Don't mind me, I'm booted and been sippin'
This fuckin' song sixteen minutes
This shit better than Uzi 20 Minutes
'Cause
just keep on walking by
Pretending that your shy cuz its me on your mind
Im an ordinary guy but to you that’s a lie
This ain’t hard, but your saying get
I'm tryin' to eat like Russel
Murda is my hustle But you keep chasin' yesterday, you goin' miss tomorrow
It's murda motherfucker we don't beg
Bread on the Table
Bread on the table, gas in the car
Every now and then a little whiskey in the jar
Gonna keep on workin' as long as I'm able
Doin'
If you gon be by my side
Make sure you keep it trill
Ill know that you down to ride
If you just keep it real
I’ll let you be the bonnie to
My clyde
teacher.
You die by the rhymes and the streets'll eat you.
The words are a gift we will never flaunt.
That's why we're gonna get everything we want.
Just
Flesh'll get you mesmerized
Must I force you to realize eyes, they crazy by the Flesh
And it be test or tried, even if they
(Gonna fight)
And the Afta Maff,
tomorrow
They keep on tryin to beat us whole team gotta throw in the towel
Hits out the park you keep hitting a foul
I'm getting this money for singing some
that time, you said you'd be ready to make the drop
Well I guess you're fronting again
When you gonna be on the up and up my friend?
You keep conning,
tou'll be tryin' to humm my name
I ain't never gonna quit, i'll ryde a black wheel chair
Pull off the strap and drop everybody here
Big Bang be the name
don't need all you crooked police officers' peace offerings
Just keep marchin', 'til we reach Congress
But they're gonna say you're tryin' to take
the thicker the wall
The higher the fence, the harder the fall
When you're tryin' to sleep but you can't
'Cause it keeps spinning 'round
You're gonna go
Here it comes, gonna rub on it
I drank fifteen beers
That's a whole lot of brew in one night
When you're tryin' to drown the memory from your
Hatin' on another grown man get your bread up
We can bread down nigga then keep your head up
Niggas wanna go , we can go nigga I'm talking head up
tryin' to tell us to leave.
Let that ass keep droppin' fellas
Keep watchin' I'm gonna let you pick my steeves. [Repeat: x 2]
[Chorus]
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