a token black His whole neighborhood still smokin' crack So you will never be all that No matter how bad you wanna switch, life is a bitch Ain't that a bitch
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a token black His whole neighborhood still smokin crack So you will never be all that No matter how bad you wanna switch, life is a bitch [Kam] Ain't that a
not got your back broke Plus ya jaw tapped, snapped your 'Adams Ap' It's just a fact that niggas ain't shit Ain't shit like Egyptians, nigga trippin'
you, a Muslim drinking brew Your nigga ain't no Mack 10, he's a 22 I seen you, you ain't say shit to ATL Cube, I like that diamond charm, I might cuff
your back, got a problem with that? Fellas get me, sip Crist', count fifties Split Phillies, girly girls they bet are you a Willie? It's a 'trife world, ain't gon be nasty, you a
t give a dollar Cause bitches be trippin when you ain't got the ends You ain't got the benz, well, you ain't got the skins So I don't play the games,
Its the big homie E A Ski Ya know, And I brought some West Coast riders with me That'll ride on ya bitch ass You got a problem with Kay, You got a problem
criminal and you ready to represent, kid Blaow, that's how I like it, word is bond My hair ain't blonde my eyes ain't blue so now I'm dead boo It's on
a fan from hell Ended up smoking bullshit weed through a hole & it L (Yep) U (Yep) N-A-T-I-C That's the truth playboy ain't no lies in me People pop
bitch Screamin', ?Watts riot?, we ain't even made a mess yet Ya shouldn't speak with a weak heart You got to finish everything you start And ain't a
came threw he gave me the chain And couple of 'guettes in my ear Now the bird swingin' off the thermo Tre pound tucked, bitch, I don't give a fuck, bitch If there's a
you think your bitch jab a lot You got chips cause here it don't matter when you ain't hit the right spot 'Cause you wanna roll with the thugs that ain't
won't be your year Don't go there, it ain't nuff dough here, you can't blow here Ma$e alone, and with Puff, there's no fear Bad Boy rule forever, we ain't
You'll print about Black Mayors, Black Senators Why you ain't got no Black Editors? Everytime I do an interview in Rolling Stone They sendin me a writer that
off your back, got a problem with that? Fellas get me, sip Crist', count fifties Split Phillies, girly girls they bet are you a Willie? It's a trife world, ain't gon be nasty, you a
Jim came threw he gave me the chain and couple of 'guettes in my ear Now the bird swingin off the thermo Tre pound tucked bitch I don't give a fuck bitch
you, a muslim drinking brew Your nigga ain't no mack 10, he's a 22 I seen you, you ain't say shit to atl Cube, I like that diamond charm, I might cuff
