chasin' getting got cake up Though my paper way thicker than model make up But ya'll wait up my mind racing my toe slippin A lot of women is real some
(Get em on) I'm on one (Get em on) I'm on one (Get em on) I said I'm on one [Drake] I'm getting so cold I aint work this hard since I was 18 Apologise
'll ever get to live in peace, these days of our lives They keep on getting shorter everytime that I realize That it won't be too long before, we wake up
/ They keep on gettin' shorter every time that I realize that it won't be too long before we wake up and the world is gone/ And it won't be no World War
k if its north or south If a nigga talkin shit we gone wipe his mouth That's just how it is put it on my kids Bodies zipped up f**k that f**kin wit Wish
Muthafuck, 5th Dawg is definitely too damned greedy, sleazy So many hoes screamin', bitch, skeeze me Tease my nuts, get up on the thug stroll darlin' Stack my dollars up
and i dont know what it is all them crazy things i don did brought me closer to my kids no more dwellin?? by my lonely long story but im thorough me an
you just might not wake up tomorrow And tha dollar you earn is tha dolla you spend Go get sumthin' for ya kids or buy a bottle of gin Is it a sin? I
get the picture, when your medicine is liquor I'm talkin phone ringing, being too afraid to pick up I know you in a better place and that joy is felt
they hate you then they love you again get away from me loniless get away from me misery get away from me fake sh-t, I can't take the phoniness get away
closed Ralph goes "Rasheed" and I be saying "Boo!" Bitches welcome back Common with the "Oooh oooh ooh" And this is how I wreck it, doo doo doo doo doo doo doo This is how
anything I want man How to be a superstar, how to drive the finest cars Son ain't nun but seven years old and already got a car [Incomprehensible] is good too
watch how ya talk to me, Keep playin' Freddy boi, I'll leak on ya Elm Street, Trouble is what you want dog, pain is what you gon' get, It's Young money
Knicks, them fuckers And I'm quick to get slick with the lip and word to mother Love a dude with a doo-rag, from where we suffer From growin up too fast
Toccara Man I'm too much for these niggas, and three much for these hoes Whe World is in my hands, and I keep my hands closed I love my baby mommas, they get
wake up. Wake up, Wake up, Wake up, Wake up. (Wake up, Wake up, Wake up, Wake up) Wake up, Wake up, Wake up, Wake up. (Wake up, Wake up, Wake up, Wake
c-cut up, know we like that, get that cut up Freaky thangs, we be bout 'em Get that cut up, cut up Freaky thangs, we be bout 'em Bubble, bubble bubbles is
his jewels Brag when he get back to school Sayin', "My daddy bought me Vendetta 2 for Gamecube" You know kids that try to get fast That's when I open up