Lyrics:
made, I don't care what haters say
The critics are waiters paid, or broke with some fakers pay
Well if you asked for authenticity
You should not bask in
freak me a gangsta ...
[Verse 1 - R. Kelly]
I'm lookin for them gangsta girls
not them fake a** +Wanksta+ girls
Just them ghetto fabulous girls,
jealousy
Cause she not involved
Ain't trippin' on her man cause
She got her own, yeah
Independent as can be still I'm
The one they're calling
Be there then
charge $35 a note I'm not gonna play much of my harmonica
You see the blues
The blues isn't an art form
It's not a type of music
The blues is a product
tonight.
Do not let me catch you or take you by surprise.
Do not let me grasp you with evil in my eyes.
Instead cry for help or your future ain't so bright.
stressing doing more drugs
Not to mention if you test them they be four guns
I need funds with some versatile out of order
Now I'm posted up by the Eddie
the estrogens the darker texture you are the more intellectual
You are so professional our little purple star
Too good for earth you are (I miss you)
(Now I'm
Microphone checka, micro, microphone checka (yeah, you know I'm sayin'?)
Microphone checka, micro, microphone checka (that's my man, he got the boogie bag uh?
I'll tell you how much I loved
While whisperin' in yo ear
And not having u by my side
That be killing me every night
But man fuck it
I'll explain this
kill yourself (man, fuck you)
Well, stop blowin' my buzz
I'm at the front of the bar by the lounge in the back
With a slut on my arm while I'm
and kwa
Foes want to surround me with jealousy and war
But dem nah worry me, what you wan' bury me for?
I'm tired of fools askin' me
If mop stand for
Heaven above comes down
And points his hand at our side of the field
Even if every man, woman, and child
Held hands together and prayed for us to win
to reach your goals
Stop walking through life as if you are blind
You should reach for your goal 'cause I'm reaching for mine
And I'm from
The Bridge
pistol by my side
[Verse 1]
I failed on the toss
Tryn not to get me nailed to cross
Yea
Follow the trails of a boss
Im on the road and time will tell if
uniform
I wish I could fly away on a unicorn
I'm from the ghetto and everyday a human?s born
So who cares if I'm stretched out on the scene?
Surrounded by
broke
Sometimes I bust my guns for nothing
Just to let you know
Grown man with too much pride
I let them bullets fly
And I ain't fighting the only
Thing I
sniffin' Ra while sellin' cocaine
Trapped in the game, not knowin' how to stop and get by
To live it alive, so instead they live it to die
Can we please have
clapping, thunderous
I’m her daddy, not the kids, he needs a daddy, suck my dick
Oh yeah!
Damn!
I got her whole back
Bent
Now my gonads
Can’t
Grow back
Again
name until I know her taste right.
Passion that she's asking for Her man always slacking, no?
That why when he outta town I make sure she is not alone
highly doubt
And I don't believe these rap niggas
You can front for your fans, but I know it's an act, nigga
Judge a man by his character and not by his
smothering your space
But do your best not to dance with any man tonight
If by chance, you just can't help it
This time, we'll let it slide
Like I've
Everything was planned
On demand
Know you been the man and
Walking by my faith and not by sight
It help me be the man
And working by the day and by the night
gettin murdered by
the D.A. says they got me on a felony
I'm tryin to live my life, so what the fuck is you tellin me?
The streets are war, that's what
won’t get rid of me
Well I’m not the kinda guy who pushes and shoves
And I’m certainly not the type for sucking up
But it sure don’t mean I’m a lesser
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