Lyrics:
Rich by popular demand
The wait is over homie
Yes it is
A town connect
Know the city gon' feel this
Damn right
Say Toob I know you see me
Say Chris
alarm, the fire alarm (I can't be myself, free myself, by myself)
Fuck your bitch, call emergency
Ain't no bitch never heard of me (freak myself)
I
Evander Hollyfeild.
I might come to your town shut a show down
Got the whole crowd screaming lil bow wow.
Without the lil but I'm still on top back
the air but still she sexy when she shake her body
That type of chick that says hey girl, let's go to the after party
After that we go to my room for
six-four, I'm Diddy no tint
I can't hide in New York City
I'm 'bout it in the South, sleep good in the West
Know a chick from Watts with Bad Boy tatted
for what heaven takes away
Little Bonnie never married
Little Bonnie never even made it four
But I grew up in her presence
Even though she was
crawling on all fours up
Woah hey, you should've saw her
You should've that money to a college campus
But then again I guess momma needed some Pampers
mama, please tell her I said, "Say something"
I'm startin' to believe ain't no such thing as Heaven's trumpets
No after-over, this is it, done
If
on leaving
How she hates what she does but she needs it
I asked her what she was doing, it's the weekend
And she said, she said
I don't know myself
I
like it's that time of the month
Are you bleeding? Can't think about sex?
Irritated by your Kotex?
We don't need to kiss, we don't have to fuck
I
won't you bring four of your friends
(What we gon' do?) Feel on each other and sip on some Hen
One thing leading to another let the party begin
Peeps
parents
At the hotel, right next door
They were there for just this one night
In room twelve twenty-four
Then he said, You best get back there as quick
"Hell yeah"
Y'all only be poppin' out here to clock 'cause y'all know 12 there
Still step on you like twelve stairs, I can't take no more
Catch you
enough to put up with the cheatin'
Months go by and only see him for a weekend
I say a prayer, hope my girl ain't leavin'
We all got angels, we all got
Whip I drive? Owned by me, wrists and neck, anti-freeze
Can it be? I'm who you dying to be'
Last of a dying breed, I'm Siamese
Twin pistol shooter
and the pain and
The stain still remain
On the chest where the four made a mess, yes
I'm still here in the
Flesh, 21-year-old legend
I'ma live way after my death
Shit just don't change to this day
I'm this way, still tell that ut-slay itch-bay
Uck-say my ick-day, 'scuse my ig-pay atin-lay
But uck-fay you ig-pay
Shit just don't change to this day
I'm this way, still tell that ut-slay itch-bay
Uck-say my ick-day, 'scuse my ig-pay atin-lay
But uck-fay you ig-pay
feel about her
Well I'll tell you what I know
Brown sugar love me real slow
And I don't care what my friends say
I just can't let her go
Two years
frustrations
now she's four months ready to hit the bus station
if i was still in that shit wit her made me rob her
told her friends, â??DMX is my baby's
above the fire?
Or would you rather take an easy road
To get to where we are?
Hope, a four letter word, seldom heard
Yes plenty we can use but
This ones
Four platinum albums, do the math, baby
When you gettin' money, life is fast, baby
Count it up until I can't feel my fingers
Count it up again like I
try to play brave, you'll get slayed
Pull down them shades, empty your pockets, watches, jewels, and you'll be safe
I snatched the clerk up by her neck,
to die, by the pizza guy
No he's not too fly to skeet in a skeezers eye
And squeeze her thigh
Maybe give her curves a feel
And the same way she feel it
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