Lyrics:
If I'm broke, then I'm breakin' up in the place where you layin'
You know, same shit every nigga done in his life
I lived it, that's why I speak
ain't finna see a) mogul get emotional
Every time I hear 'bout other niggas that's stroking you
Lying say I hit you, he sitting there consoling you
yell it.. we livin' murda murda murda
[Ja Rule] (01)
Ya'll ain't feelin.. (who?)
Ya'll don't like.. (who?)
Ya'll know the niggas that be steady
(Kutta, cut that shit up, man)
Switch the weather when I want, we at the other, other spot
Me and bro ain't swappin' out our jewels, this another
calm down)
That nigga be on some bullshit, you know what I'm sayin'?
We ain't, we don't do that shit, word, yeah
He ain't no real producer, you know
the connect, but you ain't got the clientele ('tele)
You the hoax and niggas know it (know it), that shit ain't hard to tell
Rat bitch, recognize that your
Forty water and Mystikal
What cha know about that, nigga?
What cha want, girl?
You interested in a thug ass nigga
Wit battle wounds and scars
This the shit that happen when we go out on the town
This the shit that happen when we go out on the town
Bottles get to popping and them bitches
by I breeze through
I don't even stop, ain't a need to
And you the one that left nigga, I ain't leave you
Shit got realer, niggas got richer
I said
Niggas tryna buy my style, but it ain't in the mall
My bitch act so boujee, now she don't even like the mall
My closet designer down, that shit look like
phone last night
But she ain't have a ringer nor her ring on last night ooh
Nigga, that's that nerve
Why give a bitch your heart, when she rather have
all of 'em)
(Whichever one was winning, that's my side)
The hearts of men
(I wasn't fightin' shit)
(Nigga made me unball my fists once, show you
Jimmy mack
Don't drop that song, you ain't livin' that
I got your cubicles, get it back
Nigga ain't gettin' back shit
I played the cross like I'm
and I ain't seen shit
But these niggas'll scream for plea
But for a G like me, it's just a case, really, you could see
I crack the MAC back and pop off
ain't seen no real nigga yet
But I bet he don't want no drama
Laying with my people and don't give a fuck that somebody shot his shhh
I only
Oh shit, is, is that Snoop over there? Oh shit
(Fuck that nigga, bitch, my name is Samsnee, you better recognize)
Ayo, uh, I'm sorry, I just love
My enemies scatter in suicidal situations
Never to witness the wicked shit that they was facing
Pockets is packed with presidents, pursue your riches
Everybody gotta cry once in a while
But how long will it take 'fore you smile?
This is that come back to life shit
My niggas pick me up and we gon' light
and clown wit us
Hold on, this shit here is for the establishment
Niggas that's havin' shit, and if you ain't roll on and stroll on
This is the spot were
I'ma kick that shit
[Verse 3]
Niggas better stop talking about me, I ain't did shit
I don't rap against niggas, stop trying to get me to rap so
supposed to be (off that bloodline thang)
This ain't the way it's supposed to be!
This ain't the way, shit is supposed to be!!
[Big Stan]
Now I done
and Maze, nigga
Damn, you ain't dead yet? I'm amazed, nigga
Guess what? I'm coming back with that gauge, nigga
Leather face, but I feel like suede nigga
bitch shit gotta give ya man a divorce
End up watchin' Friends like Joey, Chandler and Ross, ya see
Most of these niggas ain't never love 'em
And these
niggas that hollered at me
Pop the Cris'
Whip the six and shit
And have all y'all niggas limp when I twist my shit
Yeah, bitch ass niggas
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