Lyrics:
Sorry N' Shit
Chorus
You hate my everything
Sorry N' Shit La La la
You see my better game
Sorry N' Shit Na Na NA
I'm Like whatever man
Sorry
for sure, Day and night be sure
Like Al B Sure
Bitch you better be sure
I'm greatest in this fuckin' city
This ain't a diss to you N***as
Man I'm
Yea, man we came from the bottom
Stunna told me get these n****s so I got em!
Man these women treat you different when you popping
Well I ain't
chrome
First it was the rapping they had copied now they act just like me
N***** ran through all these bitches, want the money, pussy don't excite me
Nah I
Joseph
In the pit couldn't breathe sold to slavery
The way He parted the sea
You would've thought it's Moses
Tried to give me guns
But I gave them roses
of the Starship TICAL
As I walk in the shadow of death
Sixteen men on a dead man's chest
Your host this evening for H-O-T
N-I-S, you get splashed with the Tec
and fight that
End you quick can’t see where the lights at
I pound some more you gone see the life flash
Start this war I won’t let you get by
First rule
to
Do these niggas dirty
Ya play tough I dare you
My goons, they balloon shit air you
Nah nigga I ain't trying to hear you
And I don't need no four pound
a killer
Ain't lace his cleats he went out right into that field first
Can't stop for twelve we ain't have shit but they a still search
Bring the gang in you
ain't fun, when you're on the run
Got your gold and you got your gun
The life as an outlaw just begun
Got your shotgun by your side
Got your horse
shooting and laughing
My ratchet blast on top of you bastards
Committing sins in Cincinnati
We'll drive by in all black caddy's
A 21 gun salute
Your
Alright
First things first, this is from the heart
If I were to tell you how I feel, where do we start
Where do we start, where do we start
Once
TICAL
As I walk in the shadow of death
Sixteen men on a dead man's chest
Your host this even Mr H-O-T
N-i-x, you get splashed with the Tec
Nobody
this bizarre
Rapper style used by me, the B.I.G. (b.i.g.)
I put my key you put your key in, money we'll be seein (c'mon)
Will reach the fuckin ceiling,
you boy it ain't go'n be mine
You know im in it to win it and boy you know that I get it and im first when I finish cause imma man of commitment
You
of the people In love in the world will end in some time
So if its me against you guess what,, fuck you boy it ain't go'n be mine
You know im in it to win it
money)
First off
Touch your chick and the clique you claim
Westside when we ride
Come equipped with game
You claim to be a player
But I bust your wife
We
when you surrounded by demons (Lord)
I watched so many people leave (Jesus, Lord)
I see 'em change by the season, that's mama's seasonin'
God got you
The pillars
And you know me and him bigger
Smoke so thick from the fire rhymes
When I'm on the mic we on cloud 9
I'm making these rhymes
Ain't doing no time
No
B explosive
What I’m spitt’n So effective Cut it and lower the dosage
On that you ain’t got a find me just tell me where you’re located at
Untraceable
of The Who
What's a guido supposed to do
Watch it or you'll get the boot
Are you a guido too?
Italian suit
Italian shoes
And its finna f****n' be an Italian
gangsta shit?
Dirty South nigga we straight gangsta pimps
O-U-T-K-A-S-T, O-N-P, G-Double O-D-I-E
So fresh, so clean, back with Stankonia, Dungeon
the fuck you really doing in that water
550 degrees time go by i still get hotter
N**** wrote me off threw me right there by the garbage
But i stood up
when you surrounded by demons (Lord)
I watched so many people leave (Jesus, Lord)
I see 'em change by the season, that's mama's seasonin'
God got you
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