Lyrics:
1-800-Iceman... ice ya'self up...
Lac: Cutlass to the Benz, Monte Carlo, Im-pala!
Mannie: DV-to the-DV-to the-DVD, you can HOLLA!
[BABY] (Verse 1:) Fa' sho,
Not gonna lie I been outta my mind
Losing my sanity everyday
I realize that my ass can't keep up with the time
Nobody listened and they will not
by the screen door
Wants to play catch
Go fetch
I got you here next to me
Head on my shoulder, hand on my knee
Tell me, girl, how am I supposed
to saddle up the Tontos cause I'm the Lone Ranger
I eat dinner with Jews but don't talk to strangers
I'm just a few albums from filling your disc changer
If
tore up
With my dogs and locstas, and we all got stock like brokers
Ugh, we don't chase hoes, nah, hoes gon' chase us, yeah
Straight to the condo,
Jewels and Kais a long time
long story short they said you don lost ya damn mind
and i runnun off deep and across ya damn mind
you crossed the thin line,
nigga cooperating with the state
We live by the code so no we cannot relate And we don't give no info so 5-0 don't got no case
So stay the fuck out my
Oh, you did it to me once again my friend
I swear you do it to me everytime
Cause you stay crazy on my mind
Yo you got it goin on (say word),
It’s your fault
But no it ain’t
Got a lot
On my plate
She's enough
She's a saint
Wake up in the morning I got money on my mind
And then I come back
unkind
My best lyrics for my next album I'm still trying to find
So if you don't know my name yet
It's Jesus with the three before the E
Don't know how
And back to killin shit
Back to me sinner
But feel like I'm innocent
Back to me actin like I just don't give a shit
Tellin my story but will they remember
slammin' albums
BDP rocks consistently
From criminal minded to nineteen-ninety
Why? Well that's my secret baby
Here's a hint: the public pays me
So
goes
If I don't get this album sold
I'll reload, come back out with flows
Now you know how I'll go and get rich
Tick, tick, tick
I'll explode
Test me,
it all to God but she said it wasn't enough I got some money on my mind I got shooters that's with the shit
Next to niggas next to you that's ready
just mind ya business and just walk on by
I been dealing with the villains why was I so blind
Finally open up my vision see the world all lies
See these
we do
Don't let 'em gas you, like Jigga is ass and won't clap you
Trust me on this one, I'll detach you
Mind from spirit, body from soul
They'll
Why they lyin'? I don't like it
Made me violent i'm a tyrant
All my day ones i can't find them
It's just me, myself, and I
I don't mind it why they
up the sawdust
I don't care about the plus or minus
Multiply the money you know legs divide up
Whatcha doing with that Prada oh my goodness
Daddy rich,
common, I'm an anomaly
They want my mind, soul, and body
Ain't no fuckin' with mine
I'm cold blooded cut throat by the cuticle
I take your girlfriend
Took a thousand L's before I got my first W
Battle scares I don't even skretch I just murder you now
Rhymes abound in my mind I can make a hundred
It's not what you think but a confound
In the midst of the mix
They regret the moment I summon the pain crown
Together by souls of the unsound
My mind
Man you hell of a pussy for
The shit you did last night
I could tell you nervous right now by
How you moving your hands right
Yeah please don't fuck
making money and I don't stop rapping
That's my motto even if you niggas hit the lotto
You never could win not until I go
I know you squares can't hang
nuts, then I (yeah)
Check my ball hair (what?), make sure it's all there (yeah)
Then call the pallbearer (yeah)
It's Music to Be Murdered By again, why
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