Lyrics:
about me is that I'm no trick
I'm no sucker, I'm no chump
I be in the VIP with my niggaz 'round me
Sayin' y'all can have whatever you want
Me, I get
here
I'm trying to transform you boys to men like daycare"
Ay, there's money to be made and niggas got the picture
Stopped playing with my paper
Now that your picture's in the paper being rhythmically admired
And you can have anyone that you have ever desired
All you gotta tell me now is
song another listen
Close your eyes
Listen to my voice, it's my disguise
I'm by your side
Oh, it's what you do to me
Oh, it's what you do to me
turn him into a king
I was looking at her in the limelight, pearly whites
Said her man get paper but he don't live right
All these emotions flowing
whiskey
I ain't in the Klan, but I brought my hood with me
You motherfuckers better do your job and roll up and watch how we roll up and
I can't
understand.
What was it you wanted,
Do I have it here in my hand?
Whatever you wanted
Slipped out of my mind,
Would you remind me again
If you'd be so
Come take my hand (come take my hand)
To get to this one
We'll walk this road together, through the storm
Now some of you might still be in that place
this already?
Because I am updated by the millisecond from Babel's core mainframe
Whoa, this guy's crazy
Sir
What do you know about media?
Sir, I do
dropping a football
So every time someone walks in the john I get Madden
"Shady, what up?" What? Come on, man, I'm crapping
And you're asking me for my
That it's impossible to get along with you
It's hard to look you in the face when we are talking
So it helps to have a mirror in the room
I've not
is ride out for your gang
All I know is make them hoes cone joints
All I know is keep your niggas on point
All I know is have my money on time
All
into my little boy.
Y'see I'm going somewhere.
I don't know what I'm gonna do when I get there.
I know money's a thing - your only inspiration
Couldn't make it in cause I had a wild night
Fill me in on what I'm missing
Get them checks right
The streets gon' love with what I
Do with mine on site
about me is that I'm no trick
I'm no sucker, I'm no chump
I be in the VIP with my niggaz 'round me
Sayin' y'all can have whatever you want
Me, I get
roll by I got nothing on me
'Cause the smoke's already in the air
I am looked up with two braids in my hair
All start with the kaki suit
I'm gonna
a champ
And I'm a time by
Down up winner
With my apple in bed
Look out, pretty mama
I'm on the road again
I'm on the road again
(And you can do
you gonna do when you get out of jail?
I'm gon' do a remix
What you gonna do when you get out of jail?
I'm gon' have some fun
What you gonna do when
the only thing on my timeline
And there was this one picture, her in the swimsuit
That made a nigga want to beat it up, and I intend to
But I'mma have
what you gon' do?)
Tell me why we're standing here
The moment's fresh and so sincere
You've got my mind blown and baby, I'm ready to go (hey!)
But,
Tryin' to get my niggas in the den he walked by
Hold his stoony up
Hole in his "Chest" like Cody "Nutt"
Smoking his cess, he blow it up
As if schemed
I died, murdered in cold blood dramatized
Pictures of me in my final stage you know Mama cried
But that was fiction, some coward got the story
Spit venom in interviews, speaking on reunions
Move units, then talk shit and we can do this
Until then, I ain't even speaking your name
Just keep my
good that time!
Say, do you remember when I broke in Larry's house
Late at night and tied his mouth with a rag
Then I dragged him by his ankles
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