Lyrics:
my babies
You go against them yo chances slimmer than shady nigga
And that's some real shit
I'm willing to use this Wesson I call em will Smith
Fat
or Smith & Westons
The streets don't love nobody, I promised I learned my lesson
Gotta see my daughter livin', my daughter livin'
Got two of 'em, gotta
never let the past go
Its gon keep happening
Yea
Yea ladies y’all need work too
Can’t let our child be the part two
Cuz ima hate that shit
We need
milks at lunch
The milks was chocolate, the cookies, buttercrunch
'88, Oshkosh and blue and white dunks (everything will be alright)
Pass the blunt
blue
Through darkness comes light and I be known as the Guru
And this I certify we all should be alerted by
the traps within the system, our youth is
scratch this
The ice cube link you bought, from the Jew for 80 G's
was only appraised at forty-two
Gazed upon by the eyes of multitude
of people, who
"Yo, what's up I'm Tamika Jones from 'Keep it Real' Magazine, and I'm
About to enter the minds of two of the most controversial rappers of
One
All i need is sec
And You rappers like Keith but for me its no sweat
Shits like chess sacraficed my nights
Promised my fam we gone be alright
I'm more
of sleep
In the morning I'll be beat
I know it will come back to bite
But I'll stay up for one more night
[Instrumental Interlude]
[Verse 2]
All throughout
One Creeper roman street sweeper
Don't get gash by the hour rudeboy
I get gash by the metre wilehouse senior
Lemons will lean ya e3 teacher
LON preacher
goodness
I found righteousness, in, common sense, so
Any utterance unaimed
Will be disclaimed
That’s countless
Rappers
Slain
Any utterance unaimed
Will be
aCCENT)
"One of you two's gonna have to
Step up to the plate and
Be a dad to this kid anyone can
Be a sperm donor but it
Takes a real man to be a dad"
I’d
me feedback, I don't need that
Two trips to Costa Rica, I'll be a week back
Before you sign a new act, find out if they wack
Your budget will be
(take money)
Verse One: 2Pac
First off, touch your chick and the clique you claim
Westside when we ride, come equipped with game
You claim to be
intrude she's falling apart
She wanna get screwed (C.M.B. nigga)
You can have a family feud
You jump in that water u will get brewed. Boy
[Chorus]
card)
For real? (Yeah, for real)
I'm ill, I deal, I did, I will
(I got dogs like Cujo, me and Tity two
chains riding in a two do')
Bitches catch
lucky)
Funny watchin' two niggas beef that could hardly fight
Like Soulja Boy gettin' pepper sprayed by Charleston White
Can't forget about the Super
wanna chill
But don’t know how to take me out
Nothin’ to explain
You are who you are
No changin’ now
Ya game is foul
Neva will you be the man I crown
I
And are making some nice figures like a gym will do And like Sandra Bland, my band be changing lanes Without a signal at all, now you want us to hang? You
she Steph, guess that mean I'm Klay
I'll be the 2 (and I'm shooting too)
For the real ones that know that Tilly be that guy
Roll up the pack and put it
why?
Why they tell me I be nothing but I still win?
Why they tell me slow down? I'ma wheel spin
Roll with Couple men in black, no will smith
They my
material
Bang on doors like Enoch, crush kill destroy a block
Dr. Smith, Will Robinson, head-bobbinson, attack the opposite
Alternate, demonstrate, throw {?}
Will I get there
I've been gone for way too long
And I've been tryna find my way by home
Will I get there if I make millions
Will I make enough so I
to his grandmother (cray)
I get it, I see why she let August Alsina fuck her (okay)
Either way she got Will Smith lookin' like a sucker (she do)
He
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