Lyrics:
the drama, we're lookin' out for your baby's mama
Takin' risks, while keepin' cheap tricks from gettin' on her
Life in the hood is all good for nobody
in my wheelbarrow
And wheel you away
And out of here
Leonard my dear
Leonard my dear
Leonard my dear
How does it feel
To be still turning tricks
gone
Yeah she's safe in that oasis in the sun
Yes she's already gone
On a small bed, an empty bottle by her head
The fan above plays tricks with her
Punk bitch think she real smart
Runnin' that G but talk is cheap hoe
Spend some cash money with me
Look up when I pull up
And come runnin' to see
If
shoulda warned ya about a nigga like me
Cause I don't weep and I don't sleep
Save that motherfucker black, cause talk is cheap
And uh, since you got beef
tricks hard times.
Wake up th streets calls out my name,
should be in school, but I'm beggin for change.
Keep things moving by showing and proving,
in my MC school, my class is packed
And tricks are for kids so I left your ass back.
The bow-legged brother, there'll never be another.
I buy a mansion
occams razor
Wait a minute hey
You you don't know you don't know
You gave hope to everyone
You don't know throw those cheap tricks out the door
You don't
in my area
If it all falls through then I'm calling up Erica
To fake love and daydream
Feels like everyday I surrounded by screens
No trick cards I'm
better with time, he's in his prime
You know an old dog don't learn new tricks
I'm tried and true he's an easy fix
By the time she changes her mind, she
Take a Tylenol
Took long enough to get back here, crying
Cheap tricks and fortune in a flash
She hits rewind to make it last, crying
Oh, she's so
realized that You're the one (that's)
Eb#4 Cheap tricks plague the promised land,
D Carrying guns and hurting some
Eb#4 words so false they fall out quick
D
legendary
I'm on these niggas like a cheap suit
Harry Fraud gon' hold me down as soon as that beat loop
What's that talk bout?
Don't know what that walk
i be on tha streets/
hustlin wit speed/ last of a dyin breed/
niggaz know my magic / i got tricks up my sleeve/
look at how i spit/ look at how i
Words invite and words repel
Words dissuade and words compel
Your words are tricks they lure and snare
Confine me as they scratch and tear
tricks
She's made her mind up when she leaves you behind
Hidden in the lean to mute the feeling inside
You know hoes familiar with that blow and cheap
WALKING IN LA
Look ahead as we pass, try and focus on it
I won't be fooled by a cheap cinematic trick
It must have been just a cardboard cut out
No
Oh nah ay
Nah ay
Nah ay
Huh ah
Yeah
I know lil shotty be gone by the week
I'm out of distance I'm out of your reach
She said she for me I got
the pain in California
Cheap tricks, sweet chicks
Creeping up on ya
And now don't you say I didn't warn you
Cali-for-ni-a
Won't you come my way
okay just get those Cheap Trick records out let's hear em play
No ain't no normal life but I just don't think about it cause I know no other way
Get
in my MC school, my class is packed
And tricks are for kids so I left your ass back.
The bow-legged brother, there'll never be another.
I buy
a bloody nose
Save the cussin' and fussin' and pointin' fingers for them hoes
Talk is cheap, I catch your ass on the sneak
And hit you everywhere but
Brace yourself
Break yourself
Winter is coming
By the wind is felt
Painting on the canvas with different shades of wealth
I had to Bob Ross them
the masses
Freedom
Raped by corporate classes
Thanks for nothing
Take your life, suck you dry
Life is cheap
Your soul is on sale
You can choose to be cremated
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