Lyrics:
hey
A nigga still sold a quarter everyday
I sat around for six months black
Waitin' for the day to make a comeback
And now I'm ready for combat
on me
But what about the Wonder Woman bracelet?
Two-one-point-three diamond cut engraved rubies
Kid, I laced it
My sweet tooth gotta nigga throbbin',
his way of doing a thing
Now we should attempt to do a tune that is very popular
It was written by one of the great young songwriters of today
Now I
she pregnant and it's mine
I'm thinking she was lying by
The looks on her face
But she started paging me
Like every single day
She said her man going
on me
But what about the Wonder Woman bracelet?
Two-one-point-three diamond cut engraved rubies
Kid, I laced it
My sweet tooth gotta nigga throbbin',
is you at the end of the day
You came in this world by yourself, you gotta go out that way
Yeah
It's just a lullaby
go to school and pay bills is hard to do
I see you fool so go on and do ya thing
But when you tired of showin ya titties give me a ring
I like a woman
"I'll be getting money till the day that I die"
[Mike G]
Lace up a fattie of the greenery, bounce and check the scenery
Anticipation of the raw
I'm tired of getting postcards and
Tired of paying long distance bills (baby be back soon)
I'm tired of dreaming of sex and
Tired of not being
of being po', yeah trying to leave the rats
Walk out to see three of your tires, that be on flat
And that one tire, left a sign of hope
That helps you
Dave, what up, man? It's me, um
Just callin' to see, if possible
If you have any time today or within the next couple of days
If, if, you're in
man had lost his job
He'd been out of work for about a year
When his wife gave up, took their three kids and left him
He'd been looking for work all
to the winter
I'm all by myself who's the winner
I'm the real OG you're the stranger
I got ice on my wrist
Knife on my neck
One day I'll get rich I wish
Take
up my heels and dance around the world
Take life by the hand and just give it a twirl
Waltz out of here in three quarter time
Do the Cotton Eyed Joe,
one day came the old house smasher
The big bad wolf, the little piggy slasher
"Little pig, little pig, let me in"
"Not by the hair of my chinny,
the by
The fee goes up
Or else we go
My dear old friend
Here's how things appear, old friend
He who pays the bill
Times two or three
Be sure he
the money still
2 for the shows
3 for the hoes right
But knowing me I need a shawty who’ll split bill
But knowing me I just tell em I wouldn’t be far
If it
of wills
real-estate, stocks and bonds on coupon paper bills
Now the US mints on paper prings, millions every day
and use the eagle as their symbol 'cause
two three
Playing with hoes
When hearts get broke
Suck dick don't it
Bills fill up the billfold
Can't fold it
Hands chill big bill
So I can't hold it
verbals & graphic grammar
My verbal murder strech from Alaska to Alabama
Get touched by my Arm & Hammer
All across the planet niggas crumble like
Yeah, this the Shady Records mixtape (yeah)
Invasion, mixed by the Evil Genius (50 Cent, Lloyd Banks, Tony Yayo)
G-Unit
This rap shit plays
Yo (damn) Young Buck where my money at man
My niggas is playing what nobody
In here but you, spyder and Mase
There's supposed to be three
Hundred
Was a wet day in London
Me fortunes were crumblin'
I was on me way back from the building
The job and the foreman that day
He saw nothing my way
buddha abuser
But they don't know about your stress-filled day
Baby on the way mad bills to pay
That's why you drink Tanqueray, so you can reminisce
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