Lyrics:
Right about now it's about that time
For me to say on record what I think off line
I made a choice to be a man if you ain't, that's fine
How you
you really like it
One shoddy two adjectives pretty fine chick
I said to her I love her she be reading my lips
Ride she dey my crib she be feeling my
a diary of a black man
By making no alimony payments due to no wedding bands
So ax that talk about marriage
Miss, you must of misunderstood, I want you
of the click
All you suckers want to dis the pacific
But you buster niggas never get specific
Used to love her mad cause we fucked
Her pussy whipped bitch
(Dee, you poppin' your shit, nigga)
Yeah, uh, uh, uh-uh
I just got off the plane with this shit, man
Back in Miami, man, just left New York
I'm
the man immoral Its
Hard to navigate through coral
Your bitch with the tit's still
Give the slamming oral
Zero Fifty Six used to be the beeper code
You know
Yo Ren, you're ready to go get this move?
[Believe that, boy]
You're strapped?
[Yeah, you know it]
Let's go do this, man, I got it all planned
discussion, stuck me in a suburb school
Now day and night I'm on a bus full of fools
Who parents didn't want us ended up in the news
You must be crazy, you
time on my Biz..
Keep it really on Da low
I ain't gotta tell you Shit...
Thats my Principle..
Take it as it is..My Man..
I'll tell you What you don't
Bellisle be Bellisle
Bell-Bellisle Bell-Bell-Bellisle
Hey Kid Rock, tell 'em how your livin
Man I spend my birthdays at Denny's eatin southern
we got niggas
Way tighter than you man,you old want to be me asshole nigga, come with
Some real niggas from East Oakland, nigga
I'm
Don't sweat that.
(what up, son.)
It's all good.
(check it. check it.)
[raekwon]
Yo, yo, yo, yo
Aiyyo la, what's up son
Aiyyo, you read the papers
2
shouldn't be whinin', but abidin' by the law
Now it's obvious that you're lyin'
With so much drama in the industry
Hip hop police are listenin'
Be
mouth automatically
But I'm so used to saying
I thought I should let you know (Uh-huh)
I'm glad that I let you go (Yeah)
Scared of love and commitment
mind
In your ass get it wrong, you gonna meet by nine! (Now)
I remember when that nigga D-roc’s mama used to be candy lady
That nigga had to go come
know I'll find
You waiting there
And we'll be two best friends
Just getting drunk
And getting by"
the fifth grade
But I'm too gone, young'n be clear
Even when you see me, I am not really there
And I ain't play fair wit' my eye on the enemy
Huggin'
to read through
800-7-9-3-2
There will be available hypnoholics standing by for you to speak to (echo)
[Chorus]
Hype
Steve, style bionic
You get to workin, your head bop, you not jerkin
You be out lurkin for danger, in my Ranger
You think I'm bugged man? With
of you
How you be comin through (the mic)
Myself and two a alikes had ran through this crew of three
In my earlier days they showed me things new to me
or dish it soft to keep her heated now
Father never wanted me
No matter what he telling me
A real man handle biz', yeah
No matter what the penalty
At least
on what you been missin in this picture
Style funkin than a big pot of chitilins in yo kitchen
Some slang in yo shit ain't hittin
Like I used
to God
He know he ain't gettin' ahead
Gotta be a man behind that wall
I know that you ain't ready
Popped his gun, they sat him down
He wasn't thinkin'
stop it
You told a story like shorty was feelin' you
She told a story like she split the bill with you
Look at my story, man, no one could write it
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