Lyrics:
business
But still knowin' this shit could pop off at any minute 'cause
Step by step, heart to heart, left, right, left
We all fall down like toy
wanna get fucked up (what you say? What you say?)
I popped by the ice cream shop top cop somethin', pop somethin'
Ya heard me? Where's Serv-B? Nigga,
She turned on by the way
She got that Coke bottle shape, somethin' 'bout her face
She from 'round the way
She wanna go to my place, wanna know how
write us, you can stop your arthritis
Just by dancin' away your blues
Just by dancin' away your blues
So bind up your bunions with band-aids and gauze
by double digits
I gotta do somethin'
Fightin' depression I'm trying my nigga
But everytime I think about it I'm cryin' my nigga
Cried myself to sleep
y'all niggaz is stop frontin
'Cause 50 say pop somethin', I'm gon pop somethin', what up?
(50 Cent)
Don't make me send a nigga to you, 16 shot ruger
just wish Eminem would stop tellin' everybody he ain't speakin' to me
Like I'm one of his hoes or somethin'
How 'bout this, I ain't speakin to you, chump
somethin'
Motherfuckers want to give me a pound
Every time we bring you niggas to say
We dare y'all to say somethin'
You can sit and watch and gamble around
pops left me
And often, my mama wasn't home
Could not stress to me, I wasn't grown
'Specially on nights I brought somethin' home
To quiet the stomach
jackin' off by your mom
Suspended from school for settin' off the alarm
Kim Jong keep screamin' he gon' drop the bomb
But anyway, every day is the same
somethin' I'm still turnt
Fight who? I kill first
Dog on me don't be a purse
Street Chanel they real percs
Then bae like when we kick it, she pop it off
through (why not)
They doin' numbers, we'll do somethin' too (why not)
You can find me in the parking lot
By the car lot-where we spark a lot
Up in
was Pop Quiz
Bad bitches who I fuck with
Ma-Ma-Mad bitches we don't fuck with
I don't fuck with them chickens
Unless they last name is Cutlet
Let
ecstasy
We woke up
Somewhere by the sea
That's the buzzy in me
Come and fly with a P
Ooh, I'm a wolf you lookin' at, ayy
Lookin' like somethin
July four,
But everybody's actin' like this might be somethin' more
Than just pickin' up the mail, or the soldiers from the war.
This is somethin
casin' out your crib, tryna pop your fuckin' noodles
She was twenty I was twelve, man my Nana said she raped me
I jus' smiled from ear to ear, sayin'
your crib, tryna pop your fuckin' noodles
She was twenty I was twelve, man my Nana said she raped me
I jus' smiled from ear to ear, sayin' take me baby
(By)
(Walk on by)
(Walk on by)
(Walk on by)
(Walk on by)
Yeah, bitch, I said what I said
I'd rather be famous instead
I let all that get
the perfect marriage but we wanted somethin' more
Now here I stand surrounded by our family and friends
Crowded 'round the nursery window as they bring
(That's Vade on the keys)
And free Var 'nem
But this gun dirty
That's somethin', nigga, YoungBoy
They don't like who I am
I don't like it one
wanna show me love
When you sell like Eminem, and the hoes they wanna fuck (woo)
Look homie, ain't nothin' changed, hoes down, G's up
I see Xzibit in
on me, so cold
If you know what I know, hide your ho, big cups, I'm sippin' flamingo
I was in the spot yesterday with my pops, my grandma still play
Come on let's get high
I make the four hop {*hydraulic sound*} pull up at the spot
Weed by the barrels in my G'd up apparel
Stompin' in the party,
Causing terror to Christina Aguilera
When I grab her by the hair and drag her across the Sahara
Beware of this rap terrorist with a therapist
With a hair
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