Lyrics:
ain't got to get all extremely too personal on your albums
When you not surrounded by bigger artists to fucking boost you
Nigga you called me, I didn't
the memories cause none of them were real
I hope you got everything that you wanted out the deal
I gave you heaven you have me hell
I did you right you ant
And get your bank roll spent
Bangin' dents out your systems
Turnin' coins to get the uppercut like Sonny Liston
But eyes-closed episodes, bring you back
always fun
When it comes to nuts, I bust'em one by one
So what's the 4-1-1 hun
CHORUS
[Mary J. Blige]
Yeah nigga, what makes you better than the next
on, let's go back
Follow the yellow brick road as we go on another episode
Journey with me as I take you through this nifty little place
That I once
I knew you was jealous from the day that I met you
I upset you, 'cause I get respect, I bet you
I'm even liked better by your niece and nephew
by myself and I
Can't stop, no, fucking with these bitches, gotta
Lock down, cause my heart been feeling extra stronger
Want you, but I know I can do
parental advisory (Ant man)
Me and the kids we smoke on the couch
For all of you rookies it goes in her mouth
I fucked her so good she can't talk she
create
With you by my side
I just know anything is possible
You're so amazing
I'm there you girl, and thats honesty
No ifs buts or probablys
We're written
true colors as they give your neck a slit
While listening to an album that was written by the sick!
I'm bringing back the evilness into the Horror scene
comin up
When motherfuckers roll by bumpin your stuff
It makes you feel good, like when you bust a nut
Now I'm a millionaire, and can't get enough
When the world was discerned with this and that
I was young, didn't know to hold it back
Now we here and the world is something else
We could leave
(Fuck all you hoes! Get a grip, motherfucker!)
Yeah, this album is dedicated
To all the teachers that told me I'd never amount to nothin'
To all
This is your album, so that means you definitely got to get funky, so run it
[The D.O.C.]
Swinging, singing a brand new rap
On a rhythm concocted by
doin' 25 to life is a roadblock
Welcome to my last album, Nip, time to close shot
Twenty million dollars actin' broke, nigga (broke, nigga)
All you
it, chop it and cook it
See how shit come back round for ya? (Yeah)
Gotta kick in the oven now watch it bubble
And you can knock on my door
But you
Ha, I Know What The Streets Want
All The DJ's Too
Haha, I Told You Nigga's Id Be Back
It's Young Buck
I'm Back Reincarnated Bitches (Let's Go)
Yes
tape
Jeopardize being friendly just to keep mine safe
When keeping it real goes right, I couldn't keep my faith
By third album I was done, you shoulda
petite
All I know is eat by any means
I'm from the streets
Made it out the streets
Got alot of problems
None of them is beef
I'm about to pop like
P.I.C. by my side
Both of us
Both our lives
That we trust that the dust that builds up will always move by
You and I
Man and wife til the day I die
Which
?
Girl, if you felt everything you heard me say
Turn your feelings in your heart back to me right away
And I'll get it
Do I do (do I do)
What you do
with the sharks in my life got me seasick
I've been riding solo you can't tell me who to be with
Every album I've been on has charted, that's elite shit
said shit would be simple, get rich and stay out the trenches, Lincoln Continental
Remember back to get by applyin' fundamental
In these streets you
then had the radio could t even stream
Back then kids by they self on Halloween
Back then you was getting bullied you ain't go to kill back then
Niggas
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