Lyrics:
God
What you goin' put up, in your iPod?
Downloader, what you go/in' do
When your favorite MC, got to sue you
Cause he got to eat ain't nothin'
of
My sweet lil' darlin' gives me her love
Don't catch me chasin' round at night
I'm not impressed by glamor sights
Lil' darlin' may not be
(doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot)
We made you history 'cause we rewrote it
Wet up your body, that nigga eroded
Move with emotion, you left with no motion
If it ain't opps, what
you ain't got enough guns then you goin' need sum help.
Make sure this what you want b4 we shoot u to death cause we a lil' silly with this shit
Which
you, we gon' rob you too
But they ain't shoot you, when I rob you, I'ma pop you too (boom)
He ain't drop yet off the Glock, shoot the chopper too
don't get nothing
My bad ye ain't know, niggas a foo
I'm fucking that bitch and
You take her shopping
She at the top of my condo she pussy poppin'
You is
gonna stop
Giving it all I got
If you think you've seen love you ain't seen nothing yet
How could I ever get tired
Of waking up by your side
D-Roc for a biggie
Pussy-ass lil' rap niggas
I fucked with real trap niggas
Pop star, icon
But I send niggas come snatch niggas
I'm with EBK, you
morning
There ain't nothing can harm you
With daddy and mammy
Standing by
One of these mornings
You're going to rise up singing
And you'll spread
when the pain begins
But there's somebody there to fold you when you're caving in
Uh, yuh, such discussed by such and such
You're a fucking loser, man
that moon shine
I know you want your sunshine back
I know a whole lotta 'bout a lil' somethin', somethin'
And a whole bunch of nothing 'bout that
I keep a couple killas 'round me when I move
'Cause I won't really fuck wit' a lot of these dudes
You won't rob me but I might rob you
So, when you
made a fool
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool
But there's no dollars for nothing else
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf
Every
need a cape (cape)
Lil' mama's head supreme (straight up)
But I'm still rockin' this Bape (on God)
All I know is two guns, nigga
If you a plate, you
Y'all just ride by
Lights out, lights out like a drive-by
Me my life's real
I ain't got nothing to lie about
You can ask anyone that's with me
How
I got plenty of nothing
And nothing's plenty for me
I got no car, got no mule i got no misery
Folks with plenty of nothing
They've got a lock
like that
Everybody knew everybody, now days it ain't like that
We used to stand on the corners and drink brew
Now days you gotta duck when they
If I, I ain't got nothing, I got you
If I, I ain't got something I don't give a damn, 'cause I got it with you
I don't know much about algebra, but
conflict then it destroys the love
You can't toy with love, niggas take to the heart
You ain't gon' find too many niggas willing to, bark in the dark (Come
stop
Go 'head envy me, I'm rap's M.V.P
And I ain't goin' nowhere, so you can get to know me
Hate it or love it, the underdog's on top
And I'm gon'
yeah, yeah, yeah), yeah
(You can turn the overall volume up a lil' bit)
(Up a lil' bit, yeah, that's nice) How's that?
We ain't gonna get no sleep
air that I breathe (ooh)
Who's hotter? Been a monster with a crown (ooh)
So swamped by high water, keep your head up, you might drown (ooh)
In this
nothing
Look up bitch, get yo face up out yo phone
Too late
By time you look up bitch i'm on and I'm gone
Feel the fury of a nigga who
So tired of goofy
put you in the log cabin, somewhere in Aspen
Girl ain't nothing to the pain ain't trickin' if you got it what you asking, for
Put you in the mansion,
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