't really say nothing shit you just like me You my heart, you my soul, you my pride and joy You my nigga, you my ace, you my baby boy You throw your dukes
in it for the money, I'm in it for the P It's 1998 yo and you still can't fuck with me You don't be fuckin' with the blue eye Fuckin' with my 2-5 up
flow I don't wanna be against you guys--i don't wanna be against you guys I wanna be down--i-i-i-i-i wanna be down--i-i-i-i-i wanna be down :: "
you want romance you should just stick who you are already with If you in that mood you can hit me on that late night tip If you in that mood you can
m sorry I'm not on that tip (What) If you want romance You should just stick, who you already with (Okay) If you in that mood you can just hit me on
just come with marble just to switch to teflon these hoes be on my zipper Im bald fade with the clippers I might just come with Burban I might just go
m workin tryin to make ma songs pay i just wanna be heard, fuckas dont let me earn mine, when you're a bad boy haters dont wanna see you shine, so much
everyday i'm workin tryin to make ma songs pay i just wanna be heard, fuckas dont let me earn mine when you're a bad boy haters dont wanna see you shine
(Wyclef)] Come rooooooooock with me~! I got the music on the block with me Come chill on the spoooooot with me And just laugh in spree Yeah you're right
what kids do But you got the whole scene here with you I'm at the front of the army You're a pig in the game, salami These people tried to argue with
we have to be, with musical masterpiece So come on and clap with me, so come on and clap with me So come on and clap with me Just come on and clap with
like to be so real You got the beats and the rhymes But you ain't got no feel I don't need the fancy music to make mine Just the beat and the funky ass
and my shit lookin' hell'a clean you can hear me around the corner music bangin' because I like it loud wanna buy dippin' high wit the homeboyz Me and
you the only thing real Really you the only thing fake It must be time to escape from that And fuck rhymes, might be time to escape from rap Why should I be
of nerve duke I was the nigga believed in you spittin Had to con the industry just so they would listen But go 'head, you just gon' wreck yourself How was you protectin me, you
drugs and guns Blazed out and numb, slaves to this slums this ain't livin' Jesus We believed in You everything You do Just wanna let you know, how we
street, Instead of just goin' to high school, to get my ass beat. This is how it was, and forever will be, Known as a, look into my history. You don't want to, see me. Y'all don't really wanna