Lyrics:
You are plain insane inside you live
Tonight afraid the pain will give
Don't you want to feel
Death has done your part
You chose not to feel
you
Ain't forgiving and I'm screaming "I'm pimpin"
Sipping hot tea, bitches thats not me
Burberry scarf tied over, the fly rover
I think I damaged her,
vision clear, baby daddy duties ready for real
You had my lil' seed, and we was still sellin' drugs
And I said fuck this music shit, I wanna house
the rest-a
I'll blow your chest up, he need an ambulance
Two minutes left, he don't have a chance, not even half a chance
Leave him with feces all in his pants
When you reminisce, remember this
I'm gonna need better than this
Not gonna sit here and wait for love
I'm gonna go out and seek it
You want a classic
Spoonie Gee)
W-W-W-With Smif-N-Wessun
Got the remedy
C-C-Check this out son
U-Uh
Ah yeah, OK we ready to rock
Tell 'em w-who we are, Masta Ace
Yo Joc
Yeah
I don't think they ready for this one
Cherish
They make me wanna lose control
Yeah
You know who it is
Joc, Dark Child
I''m in
trying to figure out
What's up, this feeling can't be controlled
Trying not to look so fly and it's 3:25 but I'm ready to roll
Cause I've been waiting
We've made it too easy
To excuse everything we do as acceptable;
Or that it's just like everyone else.
The popularity of something
Does not
away
Take me away
I'm shaking, breaking
Get me outta here
Build me a coffin and measure me now
Or get me away from here
I know I'm not ready to end it
Guerilla militia be ready for combat, strapped up with a sawed off
Turn off the lights, half of you niggaz don't really want to fight
So I'm gone end it for
like Meagan
Gave me headache too, I felt like an Excedrin
Talk very fly
Least until I bought every pie, me bein' war readys in my eyes
And these dudes
for you to try to see me
Your team ain't ready to win a war like Mussolini
Harsh as a Russian winter
Still we dining at Lupa right there on Bleecker
grind
I can only grind for so long
So it's not about fame, and fortune
It's about believing and believing in yourself
And understanding that this
Come on girl, get ready for a joyride
Do it every day out in the sunlight
Get into the chillin' mode
You look dope, girl, when you smoke
The evil
and thin we've struggled through now we smile,
So we're here now just be ready, brace yourself cause were not leaving.
Keep your eye focused this time,
Face When We Rep Tha North Side
And you ain't Ridin Slabs If That ain't Swangas On you're Ride
Ready For Whatever If you Think Thug Is Scary Ill Unload
your eyes
To read and learn
In the end it could be
It could be your turn
1981 traces were found
That could not exist in one's mind
A woman could
7:50 getting ready better be nifty
Do my hair quickly, step out it's cloudy
Mate bells me to borrow money, I got two Henry's and a dealer to pay
Call
amazing like blocking O'Neal - Not for real
You amazing everytme you think you shopping a deal
With ya - mixtape of the year
On ya side of the desk
Girl you're messing with a player
And a player will probably play ya
But a player thinks he's sticking with you
Not a streets-create, so much distrust
saw you
Resting in peace-fully, just lying there in your blue Gucci wear
Rockin' ya Cardiers, I'm like 'Damn why they hit my man?'
Ready to air
Year
Get out ya boots get ready to start this here
Get out the house do somethin' with yourself
Put down the weed prove somethin' to yourself
This is
getting ready, better be nifty
Doing my hair quickly
Step out - it's cloudy
Mate bells me to borrow money I've got two henries and a dealer to pay
Call
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