Lyrics:
was any hotter I could start a cult
I was trouble the minute my momma's water broke
You never see the weak destroy me, I'm focused
I was raised by
cannot hear me
She won’t come near me
Shoot it from deep like my name is Jaceary
I don’t go fishing
Bad bitches with me
Got so much dick I could put in her
u thought me
He said, Pussy’s a commodity but dick sell better
Went from dickies and house shoes to Invicta on my wrist
I got Bobby by the pound,
Take it back, take it way back
Take it way way back to the first black man
Long ago before the white man could paint
The black man with a gun in
switch
But when you been winnin'
Grindin'
Always shinin'
They got an excuse
Man this nigga a bitch
All he had was a dream
Tryna go to the league
Playin'
one Friday on the side of the road in L.A.
My man Wes says hey, "I got a bitch in San Diego"
"Cool", I said, "I'll see ya in a couple days
I'm gonna
the man)
My pole tucked, six paths
You could walk if it "Blam!" ("Blam!")
Pullin' straps out like I got Susanoo hands
(Like I got Susanoo hands)
You hear
gotta speak the truth man
Doing what we feel for the music is the proof and
Planted on the ground, the act is so together
Bona fide strong, you need
shit is over
[Crooked I]
SLAUGHTERHOUUUUUSE! (Whoo, Kiiiiiiiid!)
[Joe Budden]
Look at ya man look back at me, yeah I know, sickenin huh?
Few got
what am I doing right here
Except making music and taking
It down from the post that
You had made yourself and
Now you’re out of it, you’re vacated
no huddle
'Cause if you didn't make it everybody got in trouble
I won't let that money define me
I let my struggles refine me
I know my angels
Can I eat you eat you off a bean ya
Yay ya ya
Can I hit it from the back and make you scream ya
Girl ya ya sounds like some music to me
Got her
after that I'm dumpin my heat
Lay him down flat while my music pump in the street
He got four with him, some niggas from Baltimore with him
I'ma sure hit
Times goes by
Giving but denied
Cause living in this ghetto is a crime
And you know that got me
It got me crazy how this evil gives us trouble
It got
what shawty, get in man
I'll show you how to tote that tool
Make that double
Better be cool, you don't want no trouble
Keep it leanin' to the left
tough
The life we living strange and rough
All these situations- man, I've had enough
We have to escape in the music today
Take it from me dance floor
favorite
I'm not one to play with like a trouble maker
I'm from outta nowhere like the Undertaker
There's no way of knowin' where this life will take ya
But
made of keys, ounces and pounds (okay)
The keys, ounces and pounds is made from hustlas (yeah)
See how shit come back 'round for ya? (Yeah)
Gotta cop
to the ceiling
Then I feel my soul start leaving
Like an old man's hair receding
I'm pleading, "Please, oh please!"
On my knees repeatedly asking
Why it's got
cha
When you see me win you get mad nigga don't cha
See a nigga went ahead and got em mad about it
Voices in my head
Say run up ya bag Bobby
Charged up
build, where you been, how ya' feel?
Huey P, getting the party started
Bobby Seale
No College Hill, labor got that dollar bill
So if you wait up for
Some
Mastering that
After the fact
Back in the sac
Fast with the rap
Music in my membrane
Move it to the mundane
Is what I can not do
Pikachu
Ha, got you
Ya didn't
the Kola
We got no map and forgot to pack a back pack
D double dash L O see, I popped out my bud plant clearly
Invisibly see through ya'll can't find me
ya'll can't hold me
Naughty By Nature, do my dirt all by my lonely
You need back off bitch, you don't know me
Got to leave these hoes alone, they too
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