Lyrics:
Last night I saw a suit give a buck to a bum
20 feet down the street, someone yelling, look up
Some girl, maybe eighteen, probably drunk
Just in
twenty
"I already gave you my lunch money what more do you want from me?"
He said, "Don't try to run from me, you'll just make it worse"
My palms were
remember gym class mile runnin pourin sweat/ MatchBox 20 yep and Alanis Morissette/ I remember open chest and recordin on cassette/ Free State who?! All day
Nah...that Persian white, murder type fur was right (about $20,000)
Huh, you heard the price, on my neck....hurds of ice!
Vertebrae snapped, gats...huh, I
carelessly
Yeah it's me, yo n**** man child
Bomb first stand proud
Ain't looking for hand-outs
Twenty-five years up in this b****
And I'll be damned if I
chance, I'm done, I'm screwed
NO!
I've seen the Nutcracker twenty times.
Sure it is fun if you are four.
BUM!
Don't call me a Scrooge cause it's
I'm in my twenties with this flame that's a matchbox
And It's the same if you ask Rak
Cuz where I'm at I got the frame by a glass box
These doobies
carelessly
Yeah it's me, yo nigga man child
Bomb first stand proud
Ain't looking for hand-outs
Twenty-five years up in this bitch
And I'll be damned if I
it by my lonely now I'm the big homie
But I'm his royal slickness, ghetto weakness, come Rick is
The one who expose cornball rappers with
the cars go by, roarin' as the breezes blow
Crazy lady, livin' in a bag
Eatin' outta garbage pails, used to be a fag hag
Said she'll dance the tango, skip
bums watch your back for jumps
Caught before a fake twenty dollar bill
Get 'em son, we ain't the one
Politickin', purse vickin', sick of these
these medals Ina street
You a bum
I can tell by yo feet
Bleed a bitch just to see
What she bring
Couple bands
What I bring to my chinks
I'm that nigga
I
racks so they found him in two
Fives, tens, twenties, fifties bitch pay your dues
I don't give a fuck money is money
Yeah I'm geeked up, but ain't shit
bums watch your back for jumps
Caught before a fake twenty dollar bill
Get 'em son, we ain't the one
Politickin', purse vickin', sick of these
the cars go by, roarin' as the breezes blow
Crazy lady, livin' in a bag
Eatin' outta garbage pails, used to be a fag hag
Said she'll dance the tango, skip
liquor store got robbed
Yellow tape was the moon every night on the block
Surrounded by the stars, them dirty cars
Dreadlocks in the grill try
on the table test supernatural
You got caught all that toe with twenty-thousand leagues
I'm laughin' arrogantly as your nostril bleeds hehehehehe
Relax
[puff daddy]
I want you to ask yourself one question
If you had twenty four hours to live, what would you do?
That's some deep shit right there,
Big Dave, come in
Yo, go 'head
What's your twenty?
I'm in front of the a room right now
Ten four
I got cha
(She comin')
She's on her way to the back
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay
Ten bitches love snow, twenty bitches love my bros
Ten niggas love hoes, twenty niggas want
you go inside just to realize
Either you're weak or someone lied
See, you spend more time boasting about
What you do than you do
So by the time your
[Puff Daddy]
I want you to ask yourself one question
If you had twenty four hours to live, what would you do?
That's some deep shit right there,
When I only touched a frog
I'm quittin' you Momma
Packing up and I'm gone
I grabbed my matchbox
Pair of socks and ham and cheese
Put it in my lunch box
the alleyway
Looking for a new friend
The man in the coonskin cap by the big pen
Wants eleven dollar bills, you only got ten
Maggie comes fleet foot
Face full
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