Lyrics:
never met
Got
A lotta niggaz only with me for the bread
Got
A lotta niggaz that was with me through the stress
If you
Wanna judge take a gavel to the head
Breonna (Breonna)
I take that charge, stick out my chest
Confess to judge, Your Honor (Your Honor)
I'm the truth, my ancestors pray for your honour
got me back snapping necks again
So you better call your family
And your next of kin
'Cause when we go to war, nigga
It's like a Mexican
I cut your ass
cover
And you can't judge a love by it's lover
Maybe my coldness is a mask, maybe your loving ways would last
But you can't judge a book by it's cover
cover
And you can't judge a love by it's lover
Maybe my coldness is a mask, maybe your loving ways would last
But you can't judge a book by it's cover
Just stop all that frontin' (a hundred!)
I hope I don't go back to court, before they try taking it to trial
I heard what you told to the judge
I been
and whatever the fallout is
I'm strapped for battle, suck a duck
Crawl out the back, it's a bar fight
Prepare your arsenal
And beware of barstools flyin'
like D to the O to the C
When he got his voice back
Ha, I'm feeling like Cube in a fresh El Camino
Rolling key low g rolling through Detroit's back
some help
I went from pawn to king, king back to pawn
Doing my best to try to ease out the storm
I know that every tunnel's got an end and a light
shots, now them bitches got you fired up
Don't know who you talking 'bout, I'll put that on the Bible
Turnin' up on me, don't make me turn it back around
Okay, okay, okay
Countin' up my bodies, damn, the things just start to pile
Judge me how you judge me, take them out to trial
A hundred, how them,
the person
You see standin' here
I wish you knew me back when I was young
You could see me, and just how far I've come
So don't judge me, you don't know me
sucked out your mum’s punani
You look like you’ve got cancer
So clashing me is not the answer
So you're better of going back
To the strip club
Carry
Please don't
Please don't judge this book by the cover
We won't make it without each other
I can't change, I can't feel a thing
I've been ballin'
something for you baby
I got an Applebee's gift card
With your name on it, baby
Your name on it baby
I got an Applebee's gift card
With your name on it, baby
really think they're stealin' from us like a sample song
I really wish one day we'd take it back like Hammer's home
The hurricane come and took my
in front of me
Girl I got yo back so don't you front on me
Baby turn around and do that dance for me
Lie to the judge on the stand for me
Tell me that
know
I get your ass gone permanently
It ain't complex
I'll just bang holes or you're ablin' to ask who next
Do a drive-by on your project, take
send yo ash to
Heaven if you got the wrong complexion, you look beneath the
Skin i think you’ll see the right connection, I’m guessing
judge me by my
You know the motherfucker did it
[Judge]
Well the court sentences you to death by electric chair
(Some guy laughs)
[Bizzy Bone]
We had
playin' monopoly (monopoly)
The devil keep tryna jump all on my back
But I'm the man, ain't stoppin' me (nah)
Fuckin' that bitch, she got too attached
Multiplying at hundred again
Run it up and got to run it again
Ooh, they never want us to win
Back at it like I'm back on my feet
Back at it like an addict in
the rules in my hood
If you touch me you get murked
We ain't with that back and forth, it ain't no rap, we hittin' first
G-5, we be at LIV by Sunday when
back to the hole
Mistaken identity, every way was sold
I look like a hoodlum, I rock a lot of gold
They lockin' everybody up, ship your ass up the road
I
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