Lyrics:
goodnight, cruel world, I'll see you in the mornin'
Huh? I'll see you in the mornin'
This is way too much, I need a moment
No one man should have all that
life
Fuck them Reebok broads, you made it known who your wife was
I got you frontin' in Armani sweaters
Before this rap shit
When you was in letters
see yourself with a nigga when his dough is low
Baby girl, if this is so, yo
Can I get a fuck you?
To these bitches from all of my niggas
Who
lies
This is the dawning of the rest of our lives
On holiday
Hear the drum pounding out of time
Another protester has crossed the line (hey!)
featuring Big Tymers, Hot Boys
{Juvenile}
How you love this playboy? This one here bezzled out.
With the Hot Boys and the Tear da
deep now I'm riding 'round uno
I know some niggas who hustlin' but quit 'cause they was doin' this shit for too long
I remember niggas feelin' like
up (ya understand)
Soon as we get 'em we gon' all get the fuck (ya understand)
Chorus: Juvenile (repeat 2X)
Shhhh, be quiet
suck 'em dry
Before you know it her Q7 is buzzing by
The queen pin to the king pin redeems him
The boat comes, the dope drums, my team wins
Yughck! This
fast
I'm never fucked up to where I can't whoop your ass
You'll neck'll get snapped with bare hands, fuck music
Is he rappin'? It's cool but fools,
Carlos
Two houses over by the tall black fence
I keep the hooptie parked for situations like this
There go Grease, "Yo, get in! You drive"
"What the fuck
This is my muh fucking house
Hey I'm by the front door
Here about a blond haired bitch named Sisco
She'll do anything for daddy man the bitch go
Tell
only destroying themselves
And when you see a frightened
Person who is frightened by the
People who are scorching this earth
I'm just a wandering
Various calls were made up for awarin' us
The D's in the marked vans and cabs
In our land
Hoodrats get stapped by niggas who forty
Turnin' out young lady's
fast
I'm never fucked up to where I can't whoop your ass
You'll neck'll get snapped with bare hands, fuck music
Is he rappin'? It's cool but fools,
by quiet streams
And a window looking on the mountains and the sea, how lovely
This is where I want to be
Here with you so close to me
Until
So what about the bitch who got shot? Fuck her!
You think I give a damn about a bitch? I ain't a sucker!
This is the autobiography of the E, and if
this is (Obie Trice)
Bitch, Bizarre don't give a fuck about no hip hop
At my release party in a pink tank top in Reeboks
This Ja Rule beef, I ain't
you takin' a L
[Hook]
This is fun nigga (Fun), you should run nigga (Run)
Get ya, get ya, get ya, get ya, get ya gun nigga (Gun)
This is fun nigga
to keep us weak
And all of my soldiers come together
Get on your feet and get ready to bust
What about this war against terrorism (fuck that)
And what
Who is the man comin' down your block?
It's me you see, with the funk in my walk ('cause)
I'm doin' just what I like to
Today is my day yeah,
watch my seed grow up?
Fuck that, this the fuckin' thanks I get
For tryin' to edu-tain assholes and feed my bitch?
Yo, I feel like my whole life is
quiet streams
And a window looking on the mountains and the sea, how lovely
This is where I want to be here with you so close to me
Until the final
a gangsta who live and die by the gun
Caught a hot one, sprayin' you bitches 'til there is none
I'm like a Rolling Stone, homie, I got you under my thumb
to me in my dreams
Is she taken? (Is she taken?) Is she mine? (Is she mine?)
Don't got time don't care, don't have two shits to give
Let me take you by
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