Lyrics:
twisted sideways
And I'm the head honcho, sport golden tonsils
Inventing new styles all the time like pronto
Four by four, runnin' over suckers like
new
Something sweet
To get the sour out of me
Something sweet
To clean the haters out of my soul
S-W-E-E-T
I don't look back anymore
Or get hit by
to kill ya, when ya on top they tryin to still ya
Surrounded by playa haters, how you gonna make a million?
Own boys be tryin' to take ya spot, you think
You’re acting juvenile
Inhibiting my mind
We got caught in the middle
Insist on being mine
And only mine
Only mine
And only mine
This affection felt alive
You’re acting juvenile
Inhibiting my mind
We got caught in the middle
Insist on being mine
And only mine
Only mine
And only mine
This affection felt alive
I was made to love You
I was made to find You
I was made just for You
Made to adore You
I was made to love
And be loved by You
You were here
guerrillas, mercenary killers
Beat's by the Pound, haters get clowned
Gone worldwide, but true to the underground
(P and Silkk)
Blow coheva blunts, keep e'm
We ain't normal yeah for real
Subject to the-
Subject to the-
Subject to the-
I'm not pygmalion
Hooked by failure
Ruled as a juvenile
Aged
Trust yourself
Have some fun
Everybody's
Number 1
And everyone is someone
So lets cook those problems
One by one
Til their done
Limitz r e-looshunz
what They say cuz a hater gonna Hate throw salt your way
Down talk upon your Name it's up to you to keep
And stand by what you Claim the minute they see
the moans of Al Capone
Gun POW to the dome
And split the bone, wig blown off the ledge
By the alledged, full-fledged, sledge RZA edge
One dose of my
they just another play Maintainin b my only focus so UNBOTHERED by these haters I ain't even notice Not worried bout em (nah) cinʼt no way to sugarcoat
all the fastest cars, feelin' like a crash dummy (fast)
Ain't know I would make it this far, now the haters can't laugh at me (can't laugh at me)
I
I'm a real P-I-M-P
And I love the way the ladies shake that thang
From a real G-A-N-G
And the haters know this Dogg Pound Gangsta gang
Nigga you
Mannie Fresh, Lil' Wayne and Turk
Baby and BG
The HB's with Strings on the cd-Its all gravy
Wait till you see us on TV
I'm Juvenile it ain't hard for you
Chalk couldn't outline opponents, I'm on em
Got your lil' bitch by the scrotum
Haters' computers, they stuck on my modem, I'm chosen
Wrist gon' get
It's a blessing that I came to the party
Never met a girl so fly
Is there a moment I don't think of you? Hardly
Never not a day goes by
They say you
character strapped with the sounds profound
Similar to rounds spit by Derringers
You're in the Terrordome like my man Chuck D said
It's time to dethrone
dissin' me
Mom's grabbed me
And then she gets to kissin' me
She thanks the police for my good health
I don't know why
I coulda done that by my muthafuckin'
I need yall to know I got so many
Haters within the industry and
These clowns know im bout to crush their
Entire existance everyone
Thinks they're
They celebrating all my failures
But be salty when im winning
Thats trill shit
I know my haters
Aint partied in minute
Thats trill shit
I know my
in here
Turn the lights on, turn the lights on
Turn the lights on, turn the lights on
Asshole by nature, tell them bitches remember
I'm a hunnid
what it takes
I'm living full speed ahead with my foot off the brakes
Let the haters say what they say
Let the haters say what they say
Let the haters
yeaaah Trading Love And War Stories brought to you
by Calvin Crabtree BC THE THRILLER Corporate Records ha ha ha
yeaaah boogie down to that boogie
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