Lyrics:
I was sittin' on a creek bank, bored out of my mind
Can't stand away a day, a week, a month of my whole life
And then it hit me like a ten pound
to the Armageddon, Lord
Know that I won't fly by that lesson
You taught me to pull out my Wesson you brought me
And I'm not stressing it softly
Get 'em up off me,
hard for them to swallow
When you got 'em by the balls, their hearts and minds follow
Pay yourself first, that's one of my main mottos
Picture Bill
on a Dre track
Give every kid who got played that pumped-up feelin'
And shit to say back to the kids who played him
I ain't here to save the fuckin'
homey see what he say
I ain't got no time, I gotta get mine
I keep my mind on my loot
I'll shoot everytime
And ain't no way I'ma let
Bitch made nigga
cover
Touring with 7D coverage
Live bands, two buses, my own cash
No budget, no major label fundings, Jets baby
We went from crawling to walking
Ok, I start out all alone
'Cause my baby mama left me
Now there's nobody at home
Beginning to feel like Ms. Jackson done got cloned
Well it's some
drank, two cups poured up
I'm insanely down, slowed up
She built round, butt bubbled up
Don't inflame me now, go nuts
I keep flame right by my guts
It
mind
My shit is rough and you know it is (so damn tough!)
I'm getting intense, not talking nonsense
I made up my mind, not sitting on the fence
I don't
the middle of these four walls
Lying helpless 'bout to lose my mind baby
I can't fathom life without you by my side
Now every night before I go to sleep
I
We got London on da Track
Drop top, wop
If Young Metro don't trust you, I'm gon' shoot you
Cartier frames, call me four eyes
Still can cook
up the charts
You mean tellin' me that I was not up to par
When I followed my heart
Granted, my heart was tainted
By my mind that kept on sayin'
up the charts
You mean tellin' me that I was not up to par
When I followed my heart
Granted, my heart was tainted
By my mind that kept on sayin'
hood rich bitch, still servin two dummies
I'm gettin on your nerves cause Gucci got money
The charm is absurd but the rims are all shiny
The way my
Yeah, ye, spit my gum out right now, haha
What up world? Got my insperation in the studio with me, right?...feelin' good
Got a lot to smile about,
Yo, too advanced, Digi' stance, made the CD enhanced
I move with the speed and strength of ants
Identical in form with the Beez they swarm
Hold up
Ford
And I ain't thugging, they clapping at me, a encore
Got a dark heart, bright mind, make women crazy
I give her D, I throw up two, I call that shit
got plans for you
I tell you I've made plans for two
Guess I'm just a stubborn kind of fellow
Got my mind made up
To love you
Oh
Everybody say
hands
But my mind was strong, I grew where you hold your blacks up
Trap us, expect us not to pick gats up
Where you drop your cracks off by the Mack
It's a one, two, it's a one, to, three, yea
Hey, come on in, sit down my friend,
Sure good to see you again.
Put your feet up, there's wine in
a fifty two box, original tick in the mind
Listenin to 'Pac and them drop with a prestigious design
My niggaz is dimes, my bitches is dimes
I came up
Yo, too advanced, Digi' stance, made the CD enhanced
I move with the speed and strength of ants
Identical in form with the Beez they swarm
Hold up
on some new ish
She was on some old ish, now I got a new bish
Think I give two ish? You ain't gonna do ish
Meet my two fingers, intro-deuces
If you knew
to school
We starting hanging like Ernie and Bert
And in my idle head I'm thinking cool
Just when I'm thinking I'm going down your shirt
You're hiking up
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