Lyrics:
up by the root but I put it on mute
Yo- Flip the script on fiction minimize the lies and I look ‘em in the eyes when I shoot I put it on Mute Who
wack
Rappers be Mike Eppin', but without the heaven, can't get rich by moving no sack
I'm asking one question, tell me good lessons, that you got from
what I'm sayin'?
True, true man, yo, man, who's your boy over there, man?
Oh that's my man from out of town
Oh word man? Yo what's up, man? My name is
what I'm sayin'?
True, true man, yo, man, who's your boy over there, man?
Oh that's my man from out of town
Oh word man? Yo what's up, man? My name is
Yo, Dre! (Dre! Dre! Dre!)
It was once said by a man who couldn't quit
Dope man please, can I have another hit?
The dope man said "Cluck, I don't
Publishing) / SESAC
Cornelius
And every generation's got
The fearless few who can't be bought
They don't
of doors
Man, you're big enough to be an athlete so
You ever play any sports?
Just a little figure skating
Why don't you come up to the house and
Play some
Jesus!
Yeah, I'm steady thanking God for the day
And I ain't moved by what they do or what they don't say
Yeah, and I'ma stay odd anyway
Through it all,
getting bust down hoeing like a crack fiend drug infested low income thats lil homie start how the fuck lil nephew pose to make it man bless his heart
Who
keep pullin' up over here, man, nigga it's gon' be problems cuh
Ay cuh, silent, turn that fuckin' music down nigga
Tired of these niggas comin' over
know what the fuck that I'm about
Anybody who got a name and in my lane I'm taking everyone of you bitches out
See truth be told, gonna keep it real, I
significant
Why would flip the script ~
Niggas I’m with
Be quick to get a fit ~
Bout the whole thang
Just so I can smoke it all in increments
the problems of the world go by like balloons
If tomorrow come now (it might be too soon)
Too soon?
I want the boom in the back of the truck
Ain't nuttin'
a vision
Stop, look and listen, yo, isn't it something missin?
Take aim with precision like vision, it's a collision
New styles are hittin, be -be -boom,
to the window, and who should be waiting there
But the landlord's black-eyed daughter,
Bess, the landlord's daughter,
Plaiting a dark red love-knot into her
And bubble gum chewing (whoooh)
While me and my mans are pursuin'
Who you think the ladies are enhancin'
Rocking Vansons I'm dancing in the mansion
So cheers
But that just their imagination, really, these niggas ain't got no money, bruh
They wanna know who you are, not who you wanna be
Want smoke online
Why can't it be me playing that role
Why was I written out of the script
That was supposed to be my part
And where did my leading lady go
I can't
baby
There'll always be a man who'll do what you don't
I'm sick of waiting
I'm through with complaining
Cause you be the main reason why I'm running out
Hallowe'en
I write the funky scripts so you know I got to kick 'em
now tell me who's the vics and tell me who's the victim
chorus [butterfly]
what is really
[Talking:]
Who the fuck these niggaz talking to man
These niggaz talking down on me mayn
Man, let me wreck this lil' midget ass nigga
Don't one
her, I hadda protect us
Stead of me sellin crack forever
She rather be ina shop right, getting bags together
Passing endeavors, wont allow me to get work
Can’t even trust Madibas
Can’t even trust the money
Can’t even tell who’s really on your team, everyone’s after the money
Can’t even tell who’s all
in the game doing it like me
I’m surrounded by history
A legend in the making
K-Rino said homie that it’s
Mine for the taking
Can’t mess with
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