Lyrics:
gets crucial, cause I loves conflict
Fuck a headache I'm jackin niggaz for pounds of bomb shit
And now my fingers is sticky like Sticky Fingaz from
name?
Whyn't you come over and play our game?
I just stood there and shook my head
He said don't be scared it's just pretend
One is waiting
everything that you please fills
My mind
This is so, Cupid has his arrow pointed straight to our
Hearts
Playin' hard to get is your game
Am I gonna
toss her
And she thick to but I don't want her yokes
I want all her federal reserve notes
I'm better with no hoes over a broke one
I'll take the ugliest
when you flirt with the deconstruction
Your whole function'll shut down
End zone, touchdown, endgame, game over
Rollover, no more a' you
Pistol
to me
Seems like you?re out to ruin me
And every time you lie, you make a fool of me
Change your ways girl, you?ll probably lose me
It?s not a game
to shut up in my rhymes
To keep me sane all the time
Had a block on my brain, thinking how could shit
Ever change, trying to win the same ol' game
But
When I sit back
And close ma eyes
When I got you sitting by side
When I feel that sexy body
Rubbing up all over mine.
That is when I know
I
some shit jump off I'm a roast your ass
I got candy and cream dog, A to the One
With a tight grip on my green dog, wodie
I'm straight pimpin the game
[Poet]
Now how should I start this first let me explain
Straight up drama since I bumrushed this game
Now I been doing this since a little rugrat
working I’m working I’m working I turnt all my idols to friends
The drips getting heavy the work rate is steady I had to move outta da endz
These bitches
stomache
when the war over with thats when they really comin,
so I take my fuckin money and I buy em all,
cuz my niggaz be in beef summer, winter, spring,
It was a vision that could never be, no
The SS-Officer of death he was just a marionette
An evil play inside the game
Freezing out the truth
for the weekend
Brutalism by the river with a new friend
No secrets, no shame
Falling in love is a dangerous game to play
me in the clubs
Then I would dance with the college girls and lie about who I was
Well, I'm premed here at UGA
Live on Millage Avenue
I was raised over
I´ve been sittin' at home by the telephone, hopin' I´m in his plans
This waiting game is gettin' old, it´s time to take matters into my hands
Lights up a new escape
Let's be of these times
Holy blue with the breaking glow
Inside the pace
Hardens and grace
Fossilized by a game
Talk
don't you like mine
Shame
Blame
Sentenced to life,
Imprisoned by fate
Shame, blame,
It's the shame game
But I will love again
Meet me
[Chorus]
We can get it on, let me come a lil' closer
Freakin' all night long, makin' love until we're over
[unknown], let me know what you want to do
to the script
Told them crackers that you don’t know shit
Everybody hating but I don’t even care
Top of the game no one else there
Two of a kind we a perfect pair
IT’S A PLACE FOR TALK WITH NO CONSEQUENCE
WITH THE FACTS OVER WRITTEN BY “COMMON SENSE”
GOSSIPS READILY ACCEPTED
THE RUMOR MILLS BURNING HOT OFF
broken on my own
Have you moved for someone else?
I guess I’ll have to start again
I guess you’re better by yourself
Leave me to pick up puzzle pieces
Fill
But she be so persuasive
Not by how she says it
More like how she sways it
And she ain’t even naked
Looking her best
Not over dressed
Got all the guys
Old age wisdom and the world grown bald
But you're still amazed by every little hair that falls
And I wonder if repetition makes one forget
'cause
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