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now, when I get married, who gone be my best man?
All these diamonds on me, now she wanna be my best friend
Don't put your two cents in if you don't

That Was Then

Roy Jones, Jr.

Round One: The Album

2002

went from ashy elbows, to loungin on Melrose
Stayin in the best suites for weeks
In (?) sheets, alone while you cryin at home
By the phone, hopin I'll

my fist clenched
Throw about fifty on a tee, that's half a lick spent
Thought you big but you only making small bucks
Heard that y'all ain't rock with

bread in tiger's blood with Russians in Sacramento
All my niggas got twisted metal, move goal posts with Olympic flips
If we can tell who's winning you

well, let me name a few
Was runnin' with the wrong crowd, young, dumb, mad loud
Time passed me by when I was sittin' on that green mile
Fightin'

you crazy?
Ask the lil' ho if she pregnant with my kids, she say, I maybe
You niggas still slidin' in steamers
we in Fin Fins and Mercedes,
I'm outside

twirled til she hurling up everything in her
Then she told me I'm the best in Virginia, how you know that
Picture black with a Kodak, never will get you far

pit, uh
Slam, just like, hey, these bitches goin' crazy
Cause of this paper, I'm razy, bitch

Call for Hootie Who finna slide where the hoes at
Sold two

Turn it up a little bit more
Myammee
Yes, ma'am
Chile, this what being loved
For who I am in Christ look like
You feel me?
Let's go
This what it look

NBS snowgoons
ST dot unh!

I two step with the
Toolette like "Who's next?"
My goons rep and honestly we some crew vets
The people screaming,

coffin door
I'll outstretch a friendly hand to Death and let him know
"You're at least six minutes and fifty-seven seconds late, man"

But honestly I'm

close to me 
Don't give a fuck who are 
I'll dump on your squad
I bump by in harlem
Stop to the garden 
Ask niggas they'll tell you sunshine's a problem

gangster got lonely
Cuz our love shit was foney
Now u sit and u phone me
Wondering who's thats holding me
Told u before, I need support
With this

there don't like me cuz his daughter is the clerk
And I be flirting with her daily like what's up with you and me
Ask her if these cats all say the same

fuc wit me 
Catch u in the penitentiary 
And give u a buc 50 

Niggas playing with my name 
but I guess they all must gotta
Death wish 

Bullets come

popping now, look at my pockets I promise
You come with a problem, I bet I can solve it
Can't hang with these people that can't give me nothing
New year,

bring some to the table
You gotta show me you faithful
Look, yeah, I didn't come up with Cain and that s**t had showed me
I'm able of doing this s**t by

behind follow and 
take off like the
Apollo
We still bizy getting bizy to bizy to realize who's with me coming 
with me let me see your hands high
Che's

behind
50 rounds right in his chest shooting AK's and choppas 'til nothing is left (Yeah)
They saying you is the best they don't know I can't stop I ain't

behind
50 rounds right in his chest shooting AK's and choppas 'til nothing is left (Yeah)
They saying you is the best they don't know I can't stop I ain't

Hittin Curves

Grits

7

2006

Wedgewood, South side, clean cutz
Tell me who on it, tell me what you know that's good
Baller blockin' ain't an option, that ain't the purpose of my

more sets
Than these man's reps
Whyd you think I'm always
In my joggers and vest
Set my heart ablaze
And live at my edge
With that in mind peep
What I

bet I up the pole, these hollows face his click
All black leather boots, with the white laces, these came straight from Rick
I don’t think you

me cackling
Know it hurt badly
L-M-A-O
Tell me how you get hoed by a lil whiteboy with some acne (Damn)
With my dogs, I'm shaggy (Okay)
I'm getting