Lyrics:
the same
You keep a bunch of guys screamin' homie over hoes
I keep a bunch of chicks tryna blow my fuckin' stick
And now you lookin' at the kid, like, how
getting ready to leave
When somebody grabbed old Jim by the sleeve
And this good looking girl was asking my buddy to dance
I said Jim don't do it
getting ready to leave
When somebody grabbed old Jim by the sleeve
And this good looking girl was asking my buddy to dance
I said Jim don't do it
Ever since then, ain't seen them guys
Remember how we felt when Meechco died
We, couldn't pick no sides
Remember they way I felt inside
I was in that
He said "Let me guess, John, Paul, George and Ringo, am I right?
Take a look around you, buddy, don't you know where you are?
You can't throw
bloody, lil buddy
I don't play with the gun smoke
For the East to the West Coast, nigga give up the ghost
No problem Barry you don't no cemetery, homes
don't fake mine, I do this the fair way
Snitches get stitches, blown away and left on display
Hung by the grapevine, I just kicked a chair away
Let me be
guys, you thought I was mental (hi)
I explained how I felt 'cause I thought you were people I could vent to (fuck you)
But you just laughed, said I'm
take my heat
Fireball flow can't bat in my league
I'm the best rapper that's been slept on
Stick around like gum that's been stepped on
Stepped on, I
hungry
You was quick to change up on me
You didn't stick around and stay
I was tryna make a way
I know it can go both ways when
You put your life at stake
by the honey
Real step, I'm not no march band
We'll fuck around and have it lick like London
Could let bitches off a party van
I might fuck around
other little runts
We call her a fall girl, she does so many stunts
And then she got liver, she did it with the guy that drives the bus
Now she's
When you pass me by
Will you stick around?
Stick around
Told you shoot for the stars
It don't matter where you land
Shoot higher
Got a little bit
to the wall, keep your hands where I can see'em (see'em)
You messed around and got caught up, best believe it (yep)
Back again, drive-bys, gunshot wounds
And if
on dat side
Dat side, dat side, dat side, dat side, dat side
I'm so anti, I'm so, I'm so anti
Seen my buddy passout, I'm careful who I stand by
All
was in the suburbs, upper-middle wealth around
So real shit you ain't never had to struggle for much
I wouldn't say it like that, we just had
your other buddies they could go away
Fuck up out my face
'Fore i catch a case
Fuck up out my face
'Fore you catch a fade
I'm tryna run this city
Up
the very end
ugh Cuz if you cant take the good with the bad then
you no love yet have to stick around and get your feet
wet true lov's about the biter with
[Dialogue in the style of a "Rocky" movie]
This guy is a bulldozer with a wrecking ball attached
He'll leave a ring around your eye and tread marks
for war, send a nigga on a hit
I'm ready for war, so I keep me a stick (I keep me a)
Smoke me an ounce (yeah)
I smoke me a pound then I ride around town
Me and my buddy got us a wild hair
And figured we wanted to go somewhere
So we loaded up in my ragtop Chevrolet
We had a little bit of money
us around
he'd just moved back to Nashville for teh forty-second time
introduced himself as "Hey Buddy, can you spare a dime?"
He was back
slipped
The Mac is cuttin records and punks are gettin ripped
Gangster I am, bust the lyrics like a drive-by
You wanna sleep? Well, it's lights out,
tasting your magic stick, magic stick
If you don't cheat or sleep around ain't nothing wrong wit tasting your magic stick
[Chorus]
I bet it taste like
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