Lyrics:
Breuer You should be banned from going to city field and within. That's the problem with Twitter, see I grew up in the 80s there was no Twitter. By
other guy
Never look me in my eyes
Its like im in a disguise
Be patient cuz my time will shine
Dont got time for a compromise
I geuss its time to say
time nigga
And some say I'm contradictory
Cause I flow nice and spit I mean, trying to get green
Play it how I split teams
You'll be sixteen,
think about my mother and my father dead,
They did everything for me use to make my bed.
Told me bed time stories how we hung from trees,
Injected us with
questions why
The only game you know is do or die
Ah-ha-ha
The game he plays he plays for keeps
Hustlin' times and ghetto streets
Tryin' ta get over
(That's
(yea)
Overtime for my kids (yea)
Put in time for my biz
cin't no drama over here
Keep that drama over there
cin't no drama over here
Keep it over there
All I got [paper],
All I got [paper],
A beating heart
[My beating heart]
[Jim Jones]
J, I double M niggers think they double
hard I double them
to Joseph they said, O ruler of the land, a hard time has hit us
And our family, and we have brought poor capital
So pay us full measure, and be charitable
One, two, three
A thousand times a day
I tell you I love the way you smell
Even though it makes me cry
It's my favorite time to be alive
All of my hard times soon be over all of my hard times soon be over
I've been pushed and I've been shoved been put down by the people I love
I've
will listen, please
I am an old cow puncher and here I'm dressed in rags
I used to be a tough one and go on great big jags
Once I had a home, boys,
(It should be over)
Yeah it should be over (It should be over)
All of my surroundings are numb by loneliness
I've had to many thrills & I don't need
That's how it's gotta be now
'Cause I don't have the time
For your over loaded lines
You better be good to me
Yeah, you better be good
Good to me
you can call on
Girl don't be scared
All you gotta do is bring it over here
Girl don't be scared
All you gotta do is bring it over here
Girl you look
the politicians M.I.A the times we really need them can I get a
Hol up you know this conversation never ova
Don't matter could be magic could be Opera or Deepak
weighted in sin
I made a follower out of a paraplegic
They don't believe, press 'em like Lou I lead the bench
Swear I was out of my time, confidence all in
accent, Tennessee
Little hardheaded
Hard to read, yeah
Sounds like me to me
Say you've been lookin' around
All over this little town
Starin'
this rapping is stupid and it's hard
Gotta do it over and over and over again but here I go
Hey it's Jasper, not even a rapper
Only on this beat
know what's going on over there
Ruger
Keep talkin', I'ma hang you by your tongue
Off the Def Jam building, wait for the cops to come
Little bum, fuck
and let 42 hound dogs lick
Me all over.
7 times I was bit by hungry dogs and I was chewed
All to pieces by water moccasins and rattlesnakes on
2 separate
to live and time to lie and
Time to live and time to lie
Time to laugh and time to die
Don't be so hard on yourself
Don't be so hard on yourself
Don't be
(jim clench)
Published by summerlea music, ltd. - bmi
Look at my happiness melting with the snow
They tell me it happens all the time
Look at my
or slip
Or maybe flip while my dj's on the mix
Never lost a battle and if I did it was fixed
You must be sick all on my dilznick, like a jim hat
Your shit
couldn't stop me
Like the homie Jim Jones, I be in the lobby
Nigga tried to hit me two times with the shotty
Missed me, I dodged both shots, Kyrie
Do it
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