Lyrics:
the hurt go away for a minute
But I'm gon' die by it 'cause I'm like knee-deep in it
And you motherfuckers wonder why I start shit
'Cause when you look in
drop-Vette, Caddy
Bitches don't call me by my name they call me daddy
Say that you got it all
Love the way you players ball
Everyday you're at the mall
ready?
Come on
[Will Smith]
When I was a lad I used to dream that (one day)
I'd earned the cream that make phat rocks gleam
Phat rhymes to make it seem
I said, Who am I
Some will die by suicide
Who Am I
Can we move it to the side
On a ride
I know what to do tonight
I know what to do tonight
Freakin
Lord
Just a little bit of luck will do
And you know I ain't never prayed before
But it always seemed to me
If praying is the same as begging
than life
Bigger than life
Oh when the sun goes down it will be alright
This is we I'm bigger than life
Yeah, money on the grind, money on my mind
weed
Now the little baby's crazed raised off Hennessy
Tell me, will my enemies flee when they see me?
Believe me, even thugs gotta learn to take it
puttin' up Will Smith numbers
Surrounded by sixes and Hummers, bitches among us
Tryin' not to let this bullshit become us
It started from hunger, 'til
destroying the zone
The isolation, double team
He driving and dish it, all his dishes be clean
Tatted up like J.R Smith
What was that sound? That was swish
the Wonder Twins deactivate
It's crazy, I'm biggedy-breakin' backs and bustin' lips
I friggedy-freaked Gladys Knight and those freakin' Pips
Shrimps, I
Verse Four: Too $hort
I'm Shorty the Pimp, I come funky
Again and again, they say when will it end?
Maybe never, cause I can still spit it
But I
was freakin' out, so excited for our first date
Now I'm freakin' out because I didn't want us to end
Cuz it's so sad to realize, each time I'll shut my
No one will never know, what happen behind the door
I like it fast or slow, a freaky b**** fo sho
Street life is all I know, hustlin and stackin
the microphone
Living legend inside of a Smith & Wesson sliding out
Of the barrel, I'm fire, don't try me cause I am hot
Police cars with they sirens come by
a gangsta, I don't need rap for nothin'
And only play games in the A or Compton
Hop by the box, Chevy murder, any man standin'
It's Boyz N Da Hood, E tell 'em
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martyrs are given by her.
I've said this before now,
you said I was childish and you'll say it now
Remember what I told you,
if they hated me, they will
rockin' purple, rockin' purple
Rockin purple
Let me tell you a secret
Even the devil has rejects
Comin' from me, best believe it
Take my advice you will
live little J Smith
Be as me a dude, yea I can't starve
But that ain't all so if I call
If I fall by the river bed
Would you save me or leave me
with my counter-parts
On how to burn the block apart, break it down into sections (oh, yeah)
Drugs by the selections
Some use pipes (oh, yeah), others
to do with it, motherfucker I did it
Yeah, Young Tune, gorilla monsoon
Mr. Martian will hang your ass from the moon
Cause you don't get sun, you just
of your kids
Tryna' talk himself out of it
But he don't wanna hear
What a mess, look at what you niggas did
Dig a hole, bury yourself
By a jump off
I'm a myth
Trust me when if somebody rip
Out of the depths of your imagination
So here's Will Smith
Black suit, the black shades
The black shoes, black
your moves somethin'
Rode, it would be jumpin'
Hoe humpin', freakin'
Hoes silly, leakin'
Hook it up, weekend
All night freakin'
Which trick I'm
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