behind so we gotta go" He said "Marty, I tell you what you do You just go on back down there and you make us proud And remember wherever you go There
they ask me "Cash" like Johnny, "Banks" like Ashley Burning like a Camel like Stupid hoe ash me But don't ask me shit about me And know the game really ain't shit without me
fix it I don't wanna hear the bitching and ah.. Damn holdin back the water flow that'll food up your high plains High percifitation make me wanna go
got shot Life is hard, so I gotta be strong I gotta keep it right so I can't go wrong I write rhymes, Gemini my sign I got a nine I don't rhyme about
the aftermath Here's his photograph Run up in his lab, take off the mask Chaz and think fast Don't laugh, bag the cash, grab the hash, don't forget his
friends all said that thing oughta go So I packed my bags and I hit for Nashville town Well, I wanted to get me a big star to do it So I made me a list
thugged out orthopedic 'Cause I'm soon to be up, give me room watch me heat up Niggas try to stick me like Abdul Lerima, follow the leader Make me go
, be on the size gee But don't try to milk me, or even homogenize me I pasterize trying to skim through my papes I carry thee Marry me for my salary,
-rock I got mumbles on the beats and me and biz is rappin And when we get together we makes it happen And if you find my ryhme book well please don't
't shit without your homeboyz Now, now every time I see you cats is rollin' in packs For the life of me I cannot see why you don't know how to act Love
'll keep me keyed ni**a Everywhere I go ni**az holla at me, "Keep it real G" And my reply til they kill me Act up if you feel me, I was born not to make
local neighborhoods no you don't want none All of you other weed clicks in the county of gennesee (ask amber rose) Don't you fuck with d-a-y-t-o-n a-
You get me messed up, guess what? I ain't him Get up and pick your shit up and go with him Nothing, nada, Nathanial, I can't stand you Can you leave?
'n' roll band looking for that million-dollar sound Me I got a little job down in darlington but some nights I don't go Some nights I go to the drive
of evergreen My sword got a Jones, more heads for the severing Johnny in the dungeon, takin' all bets, throw ya ones in Scared money don't make money
to stay like racism You wack-ass rappers, they don't take much to see If you don't sync with my mental What the fuck makes you think you can touch me?
rider, girl Gotta face the streets tonight You say you don't want me to go But I have to, I gotta go Please don't weep, I love you, don't cry I refuse
IQ's. There are three rules of audience. My journalist acquaintances, go soft, go places, on record company expenses. I lose humor, manners become barbed, righteous, don't