Lyrics:
and prosperity
Instead of broken dreams and tragedy
By any plan and any means and any strategy
Ay, say
You got to keep on walking on the road to Zion, man
are, one for to wed
And you cannot make your own corn bread
Single I am, single I'll remain
A lazy man I'll not maintain"
Well, he went down to
That
marry me?"
Little miss what do you say?"
"Why do you come for me to wed?
You, can't even make your own corn grain
Single I am and will remain
A sickness born deep within my soul
White line fever
The years keep flying by like those highway pole
I wonder just what makes a man keep pushing on
Why must
the nerve to let your man riff
And start flakin' like dandruff
C'mon son my steelo's tight
Cause by far I'm the best producer on the mic
Born to write,
I'm in
I'm startin' to feel distant again
So I decided just to pick this pen
Up and tried to make an attempt to vent
But I just can't admit
Or come
You fu-ing c-
Pick up the god damn phone
bi-, where the fu- were you Tuesday? With who you say?
I wasn't at the studio bi-, what'd you do? Screw
wanna be a man today
I don't wanna be a Christian, Muslim, gay, straight, or bi, see you later, bye
Not perceived by the things I believe or the color
a look at you
Death by matrimony
Hey sucker
(What the hell's got into you?)
Hey sucker
(Now there's nothing you can do)
A married man? You're out
man, you're in a gangsta scene
With a villain doin damage on a 24 track
With no confusion to finish my conclusion
Rythymatic rhymes from a radio cat
And Nelly and Missy and Jigga
God damn, it's all a plan devised by the Man, it's a conspiracy
Against fake shit, and anybody who can't make hits or ain't
Uh, close your eyes
So watch 'em do the Macarena, somewhere out by Pasadena
Love a drug that everybody here just tryna get a taste of
You
And Nelly and Missy and Jigga
God damn, it's all a plan devised by the Man, it's a conspiracy
Against fake shit, and anybody who can't make hits or ain't
Slim Shady with rabies
I'm foamin' at the mouth, ain't nobody takin' me out
Every single rapper in the industry, yeah, they know what I'm about
marry me?"
Little miss what do you say?"
"Why do you come for me to wed?
You, can't even make your own corn grain
Single I am and will remain
Remix
I'm sorry I ain't
I ain't get right back at'cha niggas
I've been a little busy with this Dynasty shit
But uh got my mind right, money been
my eye and let you know I got the game
When I pass by I know exactly what u say
He's so fly
And he's so coo
Hey shawty (Hey shawty)
What it do
He mad
drive em
Home theaters, can't Best Buy 'em
These niggas that I roll with
Don't let a single thing get by 'em
King pins and them drug lords
Chi-town,
[Soulja Boy]
Soulja Boy Tell 'Em, This the remix
V.I.C. You already know what it is man
It's ya folk Soulja Boy Tell 'Em
Checkin' in everything
in my blood, I'm a Harlem kid
I treat my babies right, treat my ladies ladylike
Hit them with a remix to make sure that they play me twice
I thought
Uh
And life is so insane
Look what I've became,
Tryna make a name
All my first dates are interrupted by my fame
Because every picture taken is
got to be jealous fo'?
He ain't gon' make it nowhere
He ain't got no type of time
He has no career move, I mean
I come home every single day from
a single one now
Wasn't gonna give my heart to a mother's son now
Many a day I proudly stated, the man for me ain't been created
But here I am baby, the one
move, move, move, move (hey man get out my way)
Move (swear), move (whoa)
It makes sense (makes sense)
It makes sense (What else?) (It makes sense dog)
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