Lyrics:
the price the lil nigga pays for fame
But baby dim the lights now, here more my lifestyle
I had to be sexual, I wanna get next to you,
I may be get in
or more
Got no need for doors
Down the chimney and out then I sneak past the snores
My dear, I'll be over by four
Plastic horses and trains, G.I. Joes,
ask somebody that
The people that's most affected, by this war
are the so-called hip-hop generation
The Army is the best kept secret in the whole
wanna forget
Keep these precious memories instead
Woah how can I be a daddy’s girl
If I ain't nothing like my daddy at all?
Broke as hell but I pay
in
And to my next opponent
Don't even rest a moment
I'm so West!
(Hell, yes) with no extra's on it
LA dodgers, AK's
Choppers and the kids hit
no more trust, yea you left me in the dust
Yea, first song of the year
Don't know what I'm doin
Don't know why I'm here
Last year was bad, could've
yea, ruff ryder (uh) (say no more)
cpu, what up kay
crafty plugz is in the building
amuary, happy birthday man, its a beautiful thing (uh)
I know
just rhyming for the cash money
Keep the crowd rocking for about BG
New best believe that's C-O-D
Suckers like you don't make no dents
Cause it's all
styles
Takin' out wack MC's by the piles, for real
Episode #2: God's Gift
I have no strings to hold me down
Beware of the Tupperware
It's
eye, refusing to die
Visions of Hell tormented my face
So I chewed my fuckin' arm off and made an escape
"Kill mark, on the way
No way, goddamnit,
where the hills are steep
Nobody cares to speak, a land where life is cheap
The street mentality, mixed with the intellect
Personality, hell where I dwell
And facts on my chest
Its tight like a gotta break a shit
Hey sorry no compute
Should I, have mute
No sorry I can't stop my move
Pay my line
If you still have
on the mic
Forgot who I was by the end of the night
This next part gonna be more candid alright
Used to play with white Santa at night
Roll me spliff shit felt
pay for the price
Now tell me is my life any different from yours
Just cause I grew up with no father u was raised with yours
I then made it through
Oh that celebrity obsession, American infatuation
Our one and only prepossession, another overnight sensation
Oh that no talent soft-porn actress, by
want no beef
But they probably put fish on it
Got a block we gone spit on it
Tik tok its a big moment
Without videos nigga
I was raised by a serial
me through the judgment day, I've had enough of hell to pay
Well you fixed us all, won't you fix me once more?
I feel the need to slow it down; you see
singing for
The daybreak chorus of my dreams serenades no more
Yeah the minute man is going soft -- the mirror's on the shelf
Only when the truth's
Same as you would love a woman
No one's broken through your outer-shell
So look at you, you're wrong as hell
And now you hate yourself
How'd you let
of the same spin
I'd pay more, we're all set, no wait then
You actually have to pay this, okay send
It totaled up to a lot of money and stress
I was walking,
his power and he'll get caught someday
You told so many lies
Hiding Behind the disguise
Oh no
You broke so many hearts
Tearing their lives apart
No more
assure you that you're gonna pay for it
(Pay up)
Son of guns, no, suns of sam
I'm more the son of Teddy Pendergrass
So high I almost hit the ceiling fan
the intellect
Niggas rebellious
Personality, hell where I dwell is well
My man caught a shot to the stomach
Bodies are found down in the cellars
Now who want
sorry if I'm preaching to the chorus
Don't be a victim
Abort the crucifixions
Beware of those who pay a small purchase for error
Brother Malcolm said
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