Lyrics:
across the land
Led by a bleached blonde man with a mic in his hand
Act two, song's the only way for me to talk to you
Cos you're the king of hip hop
I'm
my heart is healing, no need for more bleeding
Got you wondering like damn
Who's that girl, who's that chick
Opening my heart center like this
Like
the city)
We coming live from the city (live from the city)
Yeah I got my dawgs riding with me, yea (riding with me)
Sky’s the limit, ain’t no Biggie uhh
pack heat
Got turned out early by them scandalous freaks
Addicted to crime so I stay in the mix
With a love for hoochie chicks and pulling jewelry
give me the kick of the day
Emotions take all de talk everyday
Emotions be tellin me what to do
Emotions be makin my day can't u see
I tell u the truth
never empty
I'm high and always tipsy
Extasy that's plenty
Model chicks, stripper bitch,
I be fuckin many
Every car I paid cash, I don't pay no lease fee
Rolling some good i promise you
Now heres the 2 set of rules you must follow
One
Any chick with an empty cup gets a butt slap
Two
If your sensitive
choosing, here is the chance. (2x)
I be keep'n it slap'n I'm back on my mack'n.
My paper keep stack'n, the ladies im
cttracting.
The party stay crack'n,
Cos there's no two sides
We just go on
Love inside it all
A gift to you
Make it all worthwhile to see the Truth
Please don't run and hide
Where you
Cos there's no two sides we just go on
Love inside it all a gift to you
Make it all worthwhile to see the Truth
Please don't run and hide where you
my nigga seeing 6 figures
Black bottles popping when I'm on the turf
Two private jets what this nigga's worth
No girl under ten
No whip under
and another to go
You just walk one fast and the other one slow
One talk and a monologue too
It is one by one make it two for you
All we ever want is the truth
And nothing but the truth
Not only the youth
Cause the young and the old
Are all alike
It makes no difference
When I'm on the mic
For those who can't
Visualize
might take her out like a word in a page
Yeah, I ain't got no time for all the debatin' argue bout nothin' and talk like it's greatness
I live my truth
wait to get back to you Oh......I'm Thinking Bout U
(Verse 2)
No Question why I Love you Hon-Hon,
Your Stacked like the chick from 3rd Rock From
again.
There's some chicks by the door,
And Dime's chicken hawkin.
When I'm,
in the club, i'll be singin panarock.
When I'm,
in the club, i'll be
pourin' up codeine, Benz all white, no chlorine
Bad chick with me got ass and titties
Freaky bitch gon' fuck the whole team (yeah, ho)
Ziploc bag full
the truth is I don’t really give two shits
I’m like Dennis he a menace just like Gnasher is
Back to B'shay cuz this shit is really effortless
How much
of bitches comin' by the twos
I got a lot of bitches, Balmain buy a few
Big di-diamonds but we call 'em jewels
All these racks think I sell dog foods
I
frustrated, plus waiting for a long time
You both had strong minds
Combined with feelings, she seems appealing
for each other, discreet lover, no longer
rogue pistols
Walkin' contradiction like "quiet noise"
No words eyes blurred with my diamonds pores
Four karats in these ears make you call your boys
accusations, people spread rumors
But they ain't got proof, 'til they do, it's just the two of us
It's you and me, 'cause any chick can say that she's screwin'
I'm known by college grads and then by anyone who all knighted
Why you so excited? You scarin chicks and grabbin em
Talkin bout cabbin off
the baker's thumbs
I bake the cake, get two of them for one
Then I move the weight like I'm Oprah's son
Uh, I'll show you how to do this son
Young don't mess
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