Lyrics:
Pillow talk, she let out tears, told me 'bout her husband's affairs
Millions she would get if his neck got slit
She rolled the equality, then passed
severin' your corpse
You never could extort me, my heart cold as February 4th (what? Talk to 'em)
They hate to see me win, I'm not surprised
Nigga, I'm
needs (Jesus, Lord)
Sittin' by myself, I'm just thinkin'
About all I've been through, I wish I was dreamin' (Jesus)
Man, it's hard to be an angel
to catch a buzz 'cause I get into the beats more
MC's are washed up like dead fish on the seashore
Save the talk 'cause you know I walk that walk
Hitting
dance around and the universe is amazed
And me I get to gaze upon his beauty for days
Man if I could be anything baby I'd be a saint
You might think
I'll give you good and plenty ('94)
Super Nintendo, Sega Genesis
When I was dead broke, man, I couldn't picture this
50-inch screen, money-green
the Discovery Channel, don't they?
We ain't nothin' but mammals, well, some of us, cannibals
Who cut other people open like cantaloupes
But if we can hump dead
(two niggas most)
Stay down until you come up, nigga
Four songs, nigga, (Blood Money, let's go)
Everythin' wrong, this can't be right
Man, it's so much,
wasn't nothin' he could do about it, and the judge
Wasn't gonna look at the twenty-seven 8 by 10 colored glossy pictures with
The circles and arrows
And in the hood they don't seem to understand
Goddamn!
What's really got me wondering
Is if its a part of a bigger plan man
I smell some thing
come
Dead man can't talk
That's why You're hearin' one side of the story
But did they tell You how he provided for forty?
Family members, grandmas
I'll give you good and plenty ('94)
Super Nintendo, Sega Genesis
When I was dead broke, man, I couldn't picture this
50-inch screen, money-green
boy, shoot him while you can
See if you can shoot the invisible man
Goodbye, Charlie, goodbye, Uncle Sam
Frankly, Miss Scarlet, I don't give a damn
I feel like I be out here for the fun of it
I swear if I don't hit a lick by next month I'm done with it
(Baby)
I understand, But you ain't
if it wasn't on gospel, apostle
Or written in the Bible, then it go
So when they tell the baby don't do something then I end up doing it anyway
sunshine, in the summer time
Last year, Jazze Phe got stuck up inside the grand Lux,
Most recent was 50 in Angola, that's what's up,
Any rapper could
song, it's all for you
Sing my song, it's all for you
If I don't hear from you by tomorrow
I hope you come back and learn from your mistakes
Come
thousand in there (G-Unit radio)
When the drama get to poppin'
It don't bother me, it don't bother me
(50 cent) when the shell casings get to
Droppin' it
it still saves me from 50
I oneder which way I will go
I don’t know if a nigga coming home tonight
But I’m still make it happen
I don’t know if I can
be dead
Dead like the dead man
Slender man
Oh shit hit the fan
If only they spare a man
And hour or two
I could rally up
The whole crew
Kill the opps
pull a fast one
Fifty cent flashin they hate us wit a passion
Mashin, still fresh in three-day old fashion
Your plaid, I'm stripes, together we be
Yo man, that's you man (bring her over here)
Yo peace, Rae, peace, God (We've got the powers to resurrect the dead)
Whassup baby? Goddamn, look
boss
Muthafucka lossed
If he real he could talk street
Still because of me
I keep real bustin' wit dat heat
Off of da one beat on yo toes
Bleeding out
they'll still talk about us when we've died.
JESUS
The end...is just a little harder, when brought about by friends.
For all you care, this wine
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