Lyrics:
Probably 'cause I gotta tell myself another lie
'Cause that's what helps to get me by
'Cause I'm in Hell
This is my goodbye, farewell
Wanna hold you,
as in times
of eighty-nine they envision me
Warm days and the cold beer chemistry
Eventually broken up by responsibilities and such
Sometimes this era
See, I met this girl and I said to her, "Honey
If you want to be my baby you gotta gimme money!"
Turned around, didn't mean no harm
I knocked her out
the promoters I'm in with the musket
Pound of that haze and a box of Dutches
High to the cottonmouth, paranoid
Make the wrong move, bitch, and your ass is out
Please take me by the hand
It's so cold out tonight, I'll
Put blankets on the bed
I won't turn out the light, just
Don't forget to think about me
scene
We could live it out and um
Go crazy, grab ya hair, pull it out
Callin’ girls bitches to they face
Outta this world, illest nigga in space
Money
remember shootings, that never moved out my thoughts
Blowin' by the basketball court, they went to war it happened
All I imagine sometime, under sunshine
this cake dawg
Give niggas a break, nah, you know how the game go
Fuck you think I slang fo', to go against the grain (no)
I'm out here to grind mo',
Once in a while maybe you will feel the urge
To break international copyright law
By downloading MP3's from file sharing sites
Like Morpheus
down with no delay
Mixmaster Mike, whatcha got to say?
(Bug out - to - the mic - all the time!)
Sweet and sour like a tangerine
Fresh like a box
in Philly, Penn
It's silly when girls sell their souls because it's in
Look at where you be in, hair weaves like Europeans
Fake nails done by
'em out the box
I got a rhyme to wake, you're sloppin' up and down the blocks
There never was a time when I was down to meetin' by myself
When all
me livin' in a cell, tryna put me in a box
But I'm bout to break out this shit is not right
My nigga tyler told me now we in the spotlight
The time
Before Le marc was Jacob, before them girls wore makeup
Before my voice would break up, before we'd tour them shake clubs
Before my mama wake up, before my
This is gonna come back around
Don't hate the player just hate the game
You break the rules nigga, I'll do the same
What you gonna do when they come for
for you?
This is gonna come back around
Don't hate the player
Just hate the game
You break the rules nigga, I'll do the same
What you gonna do when
your pussy, let's put your name here
Baby girl, since this your crib, let's hide some 'caine here
Think about the business side of it, we both can gain
made it to the rack, even though they tried to box me out
I got the key to the game, they tried to lock me out
But what they don't understand is this
nails
You runnin' out of shoes to wear
So I bought you another pair
Girl, I got you another dress
So bring yo' ass up-down them stairs
I buy you
I'm not you world
No, I'm not you life
Tell me what that means to you
If it was me that was by your side
Limitless without no rules
Nothing
There's something in the air
The girls are running 'round in summer dresses
With their masks off
And it makes me so happy
Larchmont village
this cake dawg
Give niggas a break, nah, you know how the game go
Fuck you think I slang fo', to go against the grain (no)
I'm out here to grind mo',
zoo-music girl zoo-music girl
My body is a monster driven insane
My heart is a fish toasted by flames
I kiss the hem of her skirt
We spend our lives in a box
to this masterpiece
Of poetry, by now you know it's me
Poet, creativity, pushin, to out destiny
I am on the M-I-C, Jeffery is the Disc Jockey
And to keep us
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