Lyrics:
should
He isn't good, he isn't true
He beats me too
What can I do?
Oh, my man I love him so
He'll never know
All my life is just despair
But I
a mil before my album hit the shelves
And I ain't talkin' bout no signin' bonus (uh-uh)
'Tics went platinum to remind ya homey
I'm not a restroom so
got no legs, they cut them off at the stomach
He's got mechanical legs, he spins webs
Plus he's well-respected by the hip-hop heads
Our mission is
made the road clearer
But we stuck with mediocre leadership
So we'll just suffer
Who knows what the hell is going on
With conflicts they keep
color hot banana
Vanilla coat seats piper made by Tropicana
Speakers do the wop rims do the macerana
This is Taliban Dipset Rocafella
It ain't
Have A Nice Day
Copyright Paul Day 2004
Recorded Hatch Studios Worcestershire England UK 2005
Re mixed By Andy Zulla
From Wiki
Andy Zulla is
Old School
Copyright Paul Day 2004
Recorded Hatch Studios Worcestershire England UK 2005
Re mixed By Andy Zulla
From Wiki
Andy Zulla is a record
and producer including Hot 100 singles, Top 200 Albums, Top Soundtrack albums, Top Jazz Albums and also an artist / composer on the new age album chart.
He has
I trust that everyone is enjoying the music
As the title of the album suggests
This was meant for your listening pleasure
While you are being done
These are the rules of the road
These are the rules of the road
If you wanna be hot, if you wanna be cool
You only get one shot, gotta follow the rules
some hot shit
Oh, what a job this is
Another all-nighter, tryin' to get it done
Barely make it home with the morning sun
Baby mother thinking that
video games my friends barely see me
It dark and hell is hot by DMX my first cd
Ian buy it I stole it ok I gotta confess
My obsession with music is
put the kid to sleep, they be cock-blockin'
You could really get this meat, get this hot sausage
And I'm way too rich to beef, I just buy a body
And I
a legend?
I just got ten number one albums, maybe now eleven
More hits than a "Now! Eleven"
That is no reason to treat me like I'm somehow from outta
raised by DMX the last
Real nigga alive, nah nigga it's still real
Niggas alive tonight we
Real niggas alive, we alive tonight
Bruh, we alive tonight, bruh
and over and over i was raised by
KRS 1, I was raised by Tribe Called Quest
I was raised
By DMX the last real nigga alive? Naw
Nigga! We real
Niggas alive,
some hot shit
Oh, what a job this is
Another all-nighter, tryin' to get it done
Barely make it home with the morning sun
Baby mother thinking that
of Hip-Hop
Latin artist Big Pun
Weight loss camp at Duke University earlier this week
Is currently working on a sophomore album
Christopher Rios, also
rise from the dead
Wanna smoke me like I'm indo, oh
All I see is a bunch of broke-ass bitches tryna tell me I ain't poppin'
I ain't hot no more
Well,
should
He isn't good, he isn't true
He beats me too
What can I do?
Oh, my man I love him so
He'll never know
All my life is just despair
But I
everybody need a hood
I spend my time in this cell
Ain't living well
I know my destiny is Hell Where did I fail?
My life is in denial and when I die
Baptized
sees some buffoon
Blown away by her style
She goes out of her way so that she can play
And make him beg for a little while
She's gonna
Shoot 'em
Emerges bright
Hot from the embers
The first team member
Is hatching a dastardly plan
Like a bird with a dastardly egg
Trapped in his time
Lost
the trenches (hell nah)
I got a lick is you comin' or not?
All this free money they handin' it out
I told my artist to stick to the script
They show love
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