Lyrics:
man I'm on the grind
Nigga wasn't workin' when you knew you should
Now you talk about me when I'm on the road
And when I ride by I'm in the newest
Touch ya soul, make ya whole, the same for you and I (ohh, I)
There's not a minute that goes by that I don't believe (oh lord, lord, lord)
We can fly
The love overpowers the hate by twos
All they left was the yellow tape in his shoes
It's real when the funeral wait to make the news
? so we six up
me that she two on, ha, that's cute we a few on
I could show you what to do in this bitch
Take the addy with the water pop two and then sip
Me, you
tonight
(Aight)
Now them seventy niggas? Thirty gon' hate us
That's why I play the role, keep control
And throw them off wit' these dirty gators
See
"the finisher"
Forbidden fruit, watch for the Adam's apple
Slick with words don't hate me, son
What you eat don't make me shit
And who you fuck don't
hate to be the bad guy
I just hate to be the bad guy (follow me, I run, follow me, I run, I run)
I just hate to be the bad
And to think I used
you're doin' your thing too
I'm a deadbeat cousin, I hate family reunions
Fuck the church up, by drinkin' at the communion
Spillin' free wine, now my
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
yeah! (so seh dis an so seh dat)
You know what time it is
(New York uno betta respect 2PAC)
Love bout you, hate about me
(if uno diss, u will gonna get
- what can I do
I push em aside and I hate to be rude
Wait a minute (Yeah)
Wait a minute
Wait a minute
Blondie on the track
Wait a minute
Wait
The love overpowers the hate by twos
All they left was the yellow tape in his shoes
It's real when the funeral wait to make the news
Load the tre pound
to me in my dreams
Is she taken, is she taken? Is she mine, is she mine?
Don't got, don't care, don't have two ish to give
Let me take you by the hand
the feelings I don’t wanna fell
All the times you told that you love me wasn’t real
I don’t need you cuz I’m better by myself
Maybe I should take a minute I got
the hell did I do?
Hey just shut the fuck up black bitch
Wait a minute, you ain't gotta be pullin' me by my motherfuckin hair!
Let go of my motherfuckin
You see right through
Oh, you had me pegged the first time
You can't see the truth
But it's easier to justify
What's bad is good
And I hate to be
"Don't trip we got dat shit by the ounce.. got the blunts by the box too"
Its like when i'm right , i'm right
When im wrong i could of been right
So
want to us)
(And that we won't retaliate?)
Protect my motherfuckin' self, by any means necessary (right)
'Cause you don't know me, I don't know you
Two bucks an hour
You can hire a car
You can go most anywhere
That depends on who you are
You can be your own boss
Takin' your own time
The sun
California to the Florida Keys, we be
Slangin the WORD, while they smokin they're herb
And dippin 64's, hittin switches on the curb
Then swerve back in place,
gonna lose
Girl, I'm so confused
[Chorus]
One minute I love you
Next minute I hate you
One minute I need you
So, baby, tell me, what am I to do?
One
a son too so by all means
If it's a drought you show what your gun do
And if it get botched be two more black kids
Getting raised by there uncle
That's
Four minutes and counting.
O.K.
They pressed the button, Jim.
They pressed the button Billy, what button?
The big red one.
You mean
gonna marry you
If we're both still single by, like, thirty-two
And that shit is gonna end up bein' true
'Cause I hate, like, everyone except for you
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