Lyrics:
my story wouldn't stick
Incriminating pictures show me some other chick
It happened once before and she was tired of the tricks
She asked me if I
trying to be all I can be
Ohhahhoahh, yeah
Verse Two: Notorious B.I.G.
When the Remi's in the system, ain't no tellin
Will I fuck em will I diss em, that's
best friend
Said, "Man, you must be blind.
Your chick is lost 'cause her star is crossed
With the man who got no sign."
Then late that night two
Dollar, dollar bill, y'all (to get through, know what I'm sayin'?)
Cash rules everything around me ('cause you can't just get by no more)
C.R.E.A.M.
Then he found God, then he bounced
Then he found a new chick
Two kids, wide hips
Found something in her we didn't see
Found this spot in Pasadena
dope that we serve on the curb to the booth
These niggaz don't feel it cuz we spit the truth
Aint never no fake and they got me to prove
Haters just
this for anybody, yeah
You can say, "I do," or don't
I don't need to sign no papers, NDAs
Just two gold rings and bootleg Elvis and my baby, no
You
Mmm say baby, you got some fries to go with that shake
Ay what are you man Yo man, that is no way to talk to a woman man
Man I been talkin to girls,
lines
Had a few prostitutes and if you knew the truth
They're like pimps, you can't let em do it to you
She ain't no sucker, I know that bitch man
She
by the nuts and tried to take my sausage as a hostage
Ain't it obvious? Pretty much a no brainer, or should I say Cobainer?
That she's plain addicted
When I hit the club all the girls show me love
While at the bar, got drank by the jug
In the v.i.p with the chicks and the drugs
It's the T.I.P,
This the type of jam that be getting no airplay
You asked for it buddy, here it comes
One two, watch out for the man in blue
Three four, I keep
your heart skips a beat
Beef? Nigga overcook that meat
Get no sleep, only rest is in between the blink
My life story was written in blood, permanent
boot
Kick up the yout
Man know that I kick up the yout
Dem boy dere tried twist up the truth
How dare you twist up the truth, look
You're getting
profound
No matter how mainstream you was in the end, you still underground
That's the truth, feeling close to the cliff, like Rick Dalton in the booth
There's a story that started on Christmas
When a baby was born in the night
And those who came far, who followed the star
Were seeing a heavenly
pack heat
Got turned out early by them scandalous freaks
Addicted to crime so I stay in the mix
With a love for hoochie chicks and pulling jewelry
[Chorus: x2]
I be reppin' my city I be reppin' my city
I be reppin' my city
I be reppin' my city er er er'y night
I be reppin' my city
I be
why I barely panic when the hammers, they be blammin'
No mechanics, but they snuck inside the party with the wrenches
I think fast 'cause niggas that
love your chick
Don't bring her to the VIP
Cuz I might leave with your chick
Just keeping it real my nigga
It's a playa's field my nigga
Don't take no
boot
Kick up the yout
Man know that I kick up the yout
Dem boy dere tried twist up the truth
How dare you twist up the truth, look
You're getting
chicks
Cause all they want is the cash when you get close
cnd all they see is the cash when you get close
[Verse 2]
I spit facts
You spit shit no one
truth now
Fairy tales are saved for the bedtime stories I tell you now
I don't want you worry about whose house you live at
Or who loves you more,
how but now I know I don't
Will it help me out? no, it probably won't
Ten nine ain't no hero number one at bad behavior
Five, four, three, two, what?
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