Lyrics:
time on the mic
To play
I write rhymes
With addition and algebra
Mental geometry
Don't even come at me
Talk'n that weak and
Popin' that bullshit
Get out
Bitch, I spit that Eazy-E, face to face, Smack DVD
I don't got no time for hanging out and all that E-T-C
Just cut the check, C-T-C, Godbody my physique
Yeah, yeah man
You know a lot of niggas don't keep it real
You feel me
Everything, all that shit matters
You feel me but you know so many niggas
Turn
me, but don't fall apart
Rest in peace to Latasha, Lil' Yummy, and Kato
Too much for this cold world to take - ended up bein fatal
Every women in
toe to toe
Told him old man don’t you know?
Half us little bastards learned to
Plaster in a broken home
Tree forts gets surrounded by more boundaries
to decompress from
No matter how much dirt they push on me, I stay dripped
But don't let my tears drip on me,
Wear monetary gain as success
Continue to succeed,
matter how hard it gets
Gotta have faith, keep it alive
Yeah, when the world's spinning out of control and it feels like I'm losing my soul
I remember, I'm
and I want it
Hold my body boy, pull me close
One by one
You have taken me higher
We got no Bic or no lighter
Think I'm ready, I'm letting go
One
Somethin' you want to know
Ask me boy
I'll tell you so
Don't you talk to the world
You can talk to me baby
Somethin' you want to know
Yo Left
don't know how to act
But I'm tellin' them, baby, bye, fall back
He's so good, and he knows how to love me
But so hood, and he's so heavy in
don't know how to act
But I'm tellin' them, baby, bye, fall back
He's so good, and he knows how to love me
But so hood, and he's so heavy in
the dreams, don't quit, boy
When oppositions penetrate, run a blitz, boy
Get clapped at home, the minute you walk out your door
Brownstones and skyscrapers,
what may come
Stay on the path Stay on the path
No matter what may come
Don’t stray from the path
Don’t stray from the path
By His Word you can overcome
mind?
Afican boy ya know I'm big in Mozambique
Hello, my friend, yes it's me
Hello, my friend
Hello, my friend
Yes it's me
4 by 3, 3 by 3
Buy one
Say what you want to say
But, motherfucker, I'm still Flosja, dude
Fake all
Fucking with the boy, get your face cut
Then I ride by with your bitch, she
Nigga I be ballin but it don't really matter at all
It don't really matter
I wake up in the morning feeling thankful, yeah your boy will never fall
Nigga I be ballin but it don't really matter at all
It don't really matter
I wake up in the morning feeling thankful, yeah your boy will never fall
She gone ride till the wheels fall off
Pretty young thing with the dirty blonde hair change it so much boy I really don't care
And the way she walked
[PC Speaker]
Fuck the M-P-double-A comin' straight out the underground
A young pirate got it bad cause I'm down,
Loadin' DVDs like a motherfuckin'
to doubt me
(Me) it don't matter if you're up
Matter if you're down
Either way, I'm gonna be around
You should've known that I would
Stay by your side (Side)
Ran up on that fucker and I pulled out my gun
Fucker saw me and that boy tried to run
I shot him in his chest fast motherfucker
But he could not
Don't weigh me down
I fall, no ground
And land right
Where I come from
If I don't play
What's the point of a game
If it's always just the same things
Gotta find a way out but I been out the maze
Fuck a book I know my plays
She with the Aesthetics I told her let's make a DVD tape
Down bad I had to get
business
Any city any town - touch down I do my thing
I'm a hustler, baby, I provide by any means
I'm a great conversationist
You should know what I'm about
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