Lyrics:
on the real, do you think you can hang?
New breed of female comin' at ya
Handle our business in this rap game
(Chorus)
[Brina]
Drop straight up cold, doubles
hyper, I burn that ass like all types of lye
Alright alright alright, maybe I'm not the best, but I'm one of em
See these wack cats, think they nice,
told ya, I gets more exposure than Motorola
It's over, y'all niggaz on some out of mind shit
So I guess I'm on some out of time shit
[Dug
to pop me
I pulled up on him and unloaded
We didn't stay to see what happened, we was rollin'
(Man, do you think he's alive?) Man, I knew that he wasn't
Turn it inside out so I can see-uh
The part of you that's drifting over me-uh
And when I wake you're--you're never there
And when I sleep
A thrill divine down my spine.
Now gifted humans like Vincent Youmans
Might think that your song is bad,
But for a person who's just rehearsin'
Well I
Yeah, girl, you know how we do around my way
Yeah, they call me Sugar Ray Ray
Won't you come on over for this love ride?
We watch the player's
See my boy's frozen face of horror as he reacts
Why did they pop me, was it all over bank?
Because my lungs burnin' like Haley's Comet inside
would think that the Just would go opera
You could ask Hammer, he know my shit is popper
Stopper, stopper, like Cuddy Ranks
I'm takin' money to bank,
tonight
How can this be our last goodbye
Now that you say its over
My heart is wounded knowing it's true
And I can't think of what's in store for me
Pondering mysteries with a girlfriend over tazoberry tea
And an open Bible, yeah, there we were
Asking all deep questions about life, and love,
I must have been blind
I missed all the signs
The hints and the clues you gave me
You think its a game
Where no one's to blame
And you can
the sour stench to leak out
the flesh
So think about the steps
You taking killing and be willing to consider the best
Be extra careful and grab an aerosol
placed in my life
why do I run, run away from me? why do I run? (2x)
I'm starting over slowly, where do I start?
It makes no sense to me
I'm seeing
these streets are callin' me
And I love her to death, but at the same time I'm a souljah
I gotta put in work, let rivals know they can't get over
I'm
A thrill divine down my spine.
Now gifted humans like Vincent Youmans
Might think that your song is bad,
But for a person who's just rehearsin'
Well I
soul you think it help
Only wanna hit my forty cause I'm trying to melt
Hit you in ya backbone which is deep
Body bag with a tag in the bottom
Run to me
I can't live without you
I've walked up walls, over them all
So don't think you're such a queen
You're mine in a sick way
You're my
They say there's a place , where dreams have all gone
They never said where, but I think I know
Its miles through the night just over the dawn
who I am
Baby why should you?
Sweating all over your video
Watching every scene in slow mo
Tracking you down on the internet
'Cause I ain't seen
nothing was right...
no coincidence was today the day she breezed in
Reality said 'catch me' and instead got smashed in
All over the intersection with our
Happy Days, all that bullshit
What the fuck ya think, ain't no niggas here
We got something fo ya mutha fuckas
I got something fo ya mutha fuckas
Cause this big old world keeps spinnin' around.
I've been a puppet, a pauper, a pirate,
A poet, a pawn and a king.
I've been up and down and over
boo, but notice you from the corner of my eye
Yeah I got a man at home
But the conversation's old
He think he slick ain't doing right
So now he's got
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