Lyrics:
but the type
Of bullet that stuck had went against his will
As blood spilled on your hands
My plans rather vindictive
Everybody's a victim in my
he knew how much it really weighed like Dwayne
It's a weight that's on my chest whoever spotting me is playing
So I'm lifting all alone trying not
on the highways of rap
Choked up by the smoke and the charcoal
A lotta stamps and brands, we like a barcode
I'm bashin' all the media strikes to keep the media
and have the bitches flockin' his jock
Damn them was the days of the past
But since the Pizzound formed we been whippin' people's ass
And everybody
'Cause I got more hits and I got more style
So when they see me everybody baraap baraap
Standing like a young gun fully backed and trapped
My criteria
I used to be so fancy free,
But really lonesome as could be,
Till one lucky day, you came my way
I never knew what love was all about
Until I met
grow
I don't know, but I feel lighter
Everything around me seems much brighter
Red and Green in between
Think I'm going crazy
Everybody movin' much
night good 'cause some talk back
Sucker emcees wanna make me mad
But I don't stop rapping and they don't seem
To really understand just what I mean
You
I never knew what everybody meant
By endless, hopeless, bleak despair
Until one day when I found out
The first time I ever left my house
It saw
official
Let me tell you when it all started
Game dropped Documentary and
Made plenty enemies
It was a classic album, but prior to that
Guerilla Black
away with it
Until everybody lost their mind
Directly behind me and ahead of the time
But don't you worry he'll fall right in line
Yep, everything just
Now I don't really care what you call me
Just as long as you don't call me broke
I bet they knew as soon as they saw me
Goodnight, it's over with,
while I was squeezing the tits
Then I hit it from the back, gripped tight on them hips
She tried to make me cum, but I was trying to take her home
empty
I really wish you knew what's been on my mind
You're gonna miss me, so get ready
I'm about to tell you why
'Cause when I'm with you I'm alone
No
they call me
The Tupelo Mississippi Flash
Well, I knew I was in a room
With some kind of a nut
When he pulled out that pack
Of used cigarette
me, all me for real
Came up, that's all me, stay true, that's all me
No help, that's all me, all me for real
I touched down in '86, knew I was
nothin' for granted
Took nothin' from no man
Man, I'm my own man
But as a shorty I looked up to the dope man
Only adult man I knew that wasn't broke,
while I was squeezing the tits
Then I hit it from the back, gripped tight on them hips
She tried to make me cum, but I was trying to take her home
on the highways of rap
Choked up by the smoke and the charcoal
A lotta stamps and brands, we like a barcode
I'm bashin' all the media strikes to keep the media
on the highways of rap
Choked up by the smoke and the charcoal
A lotta stamps and brands, we like a barcode
I'm bashin' all the media strikes to keep the media
Wishing every day you were here with me
But now that you're gone, I lost my heart to the bottle, to the bottle
Not a day goes by that I don't miss you,
grandmother telling me that she had been robbed
I told her hold (hold) tight (tight), I'd be right over
Freezing but this situation made the night colder
In my heyday
Young men wrote to me
Everybody seemed to have time to devote to me
Everyone I saw all swore they knew me
Once upon a song
I woke up this morning
And my back door was open
I knew that you left me behind
You had been by my side
We had nothing to hide
But I didn't
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