Lyrics:
some hurtful things
And I cannot control my rage when
It comes on the scene
It be like hey I'm here to play
What you say to me?
Don't you back away know
(Mr.Cheeks)
Yo we come through like balls, see us niggas takin two pulls and pass
Nigga watch your back once you talk out your ass
I pack a .380 in
now I swear that I be finding the answers
Oh you want the Kid 2020
But I heard that you praying on his downfall
Baby I ain't sway with the answers
Come
blow your mind, your gonna find
When you mess up, your bones I'll grind
Your end will be sour, within the next hour
Your body will fall, like the twin
hide, come out here, playa
Catch me all over New Orleans, nigga
On the block, in the hood, wherever
B.G., nigga, always on V.L. we gon' keep it real, know
to town
Just give me a call and I'll always be around
Let me know
You're the one of the few
No Christmas tree or the presents can compare to you
This
to the minimum they say I'll be
Now I come through in the ‘Max' bumping K-Y-Z like
What ya' know?
We ain't pump fakin' on this side
What ya' know?
We ain't got no
learned, but it ain't nothing new
What happened to your funk, did you lose it?
Or did you get juked by Dangerous Music?
We stole all your money, and all
[Mr.Cheeks ]
Yo we come through like bulls nigga take two puffs and pass
Nigga watch your back once you talk out your ass
I back up 3 80 and my
pass away when you come down to reign
That'll be the day God, when I finally see your face
And see what I've been missin' all those years that I've had
Yo (damn) Young Buck where my money at man
My niggas is playing what nobody
In here but you, spyder and Mase
There's supposed to be three
Hundred
like I'm santa, you're assumin, if I win I'll get some Cubans,
I got a clue man, I wanna help the humans, i wanna find the blueprints, and throw em
of abuse
Why did I punch back?
Girls, your dad is a scumbag, I'm confused
Because
How come you can be a Lord and a loser?
How come, how come
You can
missin'?
The cost of Christmas, blasé lists, who you kiddin'?
Economy class where I'm sittin', good riddance
Mazel tov, caught a cough when you caught me
hail, and I'll hail, and I'll hail
Daddy, what you doing downstairs? Can I come down
Nah, son, I'll be up in a minute
Flashback to the months before my
'til somebody be missin'
I don't know how to park that brand new Bentley
Got the gears unlocked, that's why they envy
Got a real big bag, if you want
[Girl] Hey Carlos you got a letter today.
[Carlos] What is this? Some more warrants or some shit.
[Girl] I don't know. It looks like another letter
that they'll always be tight 'til the end
Until one day lil' Stacy gets shot
A drive-by bullet went stray up on her block
Now Nicole stuck up in
bitches got my thumbs hurt
Set precedent for a new sacreligion
Writer's block for two years, nothin' moved me
Asked God to speak through me, that's what
Ooh, are those snowflakes, this far south?
Ah, it's Christmas, come on
Sleigh bells ring, are you listenin'?
In the lane, snow is glistenin'
why young
Black teens in the ghetto don't be comin' up
The way their ancestors did
Because mom plays the role of
Both parents to the kids
But when you
three that were cool but I'm telling em
Never again or like maybe we do it another day
Know that we shouldn't but by the way
I have to block you as soon
made on Hollis Ave
Q-B-O-R-O, nigga, makin niggas seem easy
Yo
From the days of arm call niggas hung around blocks and corner stores
Herringbone
the flames, seducing the dames
I don’t play no games on you gay ass lames, try to tame me and I’ll make you feel the shame
The game ain’t gonna be the same when
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