Lyrics:
and it's hold up now
Let me finish
Think about it baby me and you we still kids ourself
How we gon' raise a kid by ourself?
Handle biz by ourself
a riot
If I don't talk about it on my album, they won't buy it
Man, fuck that, listen up, quiet
They wanna see a black man fall down, uh
They wanna see
giving you tough love
Don't inhale hate anymore or distribute it for cake like drugs
Hov did nada
Bro is caca
Thinking he matter harder Than Jesus
her rent
If the opps on the block, then it's gettin' spent
Throw the ball, touchdown, feel like Marshawn Lynch
Dice gave money up, now it's gettin'
draws and then I zoomed outta there
'cause I got my laws, I'ma stay strong to myself
And I thought about y'all, that's why I ball by myself
I don't need
Don't be mad at me, I had to be the one to break it to you
You get kicked into obscurity like judo, no Menudo
Cause you pseudo, trying to compete with
You know the motherfucker did it
[Judge]
Well the court sentences you to death by electric chair
(Some guy laughs)
[Bizzy Bone]
We had
survives, so don't be weak on em'
No sleep, team no Z's on em'
Talk beef, we put heat on em'
Slice his onion, we put cheese on em'
Run it up, run it up, run
through
I'm not one for missing
But I start to miss her kiss
It's like she never left
Call me when you wanna talk about it
You know he's gonna use you
But
think about it for a minute, like what's his intentions?
I mean, we never really got along or used to kick it
In fact, if I remember vividly, he picked
I feel like the man no you don't understand
When I walk out the house
With these stones on my neck (on my neck)
Wakin' at six in the mornin' to stack
more tip dear, I mean this sincerely
You were a mistake
Hmp okay, I had a lot to say
Talk shit all day like auntie before shit changed, aye
Don't talk
They don't like my man cause he's g g generous
Thinking that they're way way way ahead of us
They keep telling us it's won't never last
He's a bad
my young Gs are carrying
His blade same length as a javelin
I don't know about B-ball, what's happenin'
But know that it's fucked if he's travellin'
Shut up
You talk too much
You talk too much
You talk too much
You talk too much
Hey you over there, I know about your kind
You're like
Shut up
You talk too much
You talk too much
You talk too much
You talk too much
Hey you over there, I know about your kind
You're like
we gone let him hang
Niggas spreading lies
Like it's big facts
I don't got no time
For no chit chat
I don't pillow talk
Better dead that
I been in ya
"Ayo! Can we get a pic?" I said no
And they said "Oh! It's Wolf Gang, "Yonkers"
Goblin is my shit though"
Now I'm like, "fuck
I don't want to be
that
And we can talk about it when you get back
But I decided to name him Caleb, I know you don't like that
But if you keep on saying it, I think it
Yeah
You rocking with the Talk of New York Tony Yayo
Shady Aftermath and Soul Assassins
Here we go
Niggas know what I'm about out here (here)
Nicko: ...'e didn't know 'ow to talk to me about it. N', n' I've, I've told 'I'm "don't do that again."
Steve: Because, see, it's not, it's not, it's
it, I'm all in her ear
These bitches go crazy, when bandit appear
I got me some shit, make your man disappear
My youngin' a shooter, he don't like
And the chicken tastes like wood
So you try to play it off like you think you can
By saying that you're full
And then your friend says, "Mama, he's just being
it on a dope beat, and it'll make you think
Some suckers just tickle me pink, to my stomach
'Cause they don't flow like this one
You know what? I
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