see the fact is, what you doing I did it lames trying to clone my style, run with it thats cool, I was the first one with it you deluded kim wannabe
know I get it right i give it to you fast or slow or any way you like so give it one more chance now how you want it if we pick up where we caught it
, no adjusting for you, you know just what to do and all, yea, oh and i love it, see Im trying to make it public, I think the glass slipper does fit
Buzz so big, I could probably sell a blank disk When my album drop, bitches will buy it for the picture And niggas will buy it too and claim they got it
the trees A smoke signal, shifting in the breeze Some folks think it's make believe Other folks ain't so naive About a smoke signal, could see it coming
instance Saturday night, Saturday night is a big, big experience I think I can feel it, I think I've got it, got to be free (is it really freedom?) I wanna give it
fly right here I want to do it all right I want to get it get it baby You better get it, you better get it You better get straight right now Because I
Always want to take it to the full out extent Always want to make it seem like good intent Never want to face it when it's time for punishment I know
, all fall like the ball teams Just so I could make it rain all spring Y'all seen my story, my glory I had raped the game young, you could call it statutory
me I never heard of ya I'm evil I will fill your cheese balls with weevils I poop on people And I blame it on the seagulls It was him He's a
Only brokenhearted Life?s not over, I can start again While I?m lonely, brokenhearted It?s a hurtin' thing to get over I?m young but I?m wise enough
do I But I will, I will 'cause I'm a hustler, hustler High 'til I die, I'm gon' get mine Even if it mean murder, gettin' caught, fuck it let me fry
Raising hustlas, thieves and prostitutes Young homie think before you shoot Murderah where will our children go When there's no place safe where they
I'm thuggin' and steady stay hustlin'." Where was my lovin'? Somebody tell me somethin', was it nothin'. If I give you all of my trust will you fuck it
[Bizzy Bone] Raising, hustlas, thieves and prostitutes Young homie, think before you shoot, murderer........ Where will our children go When there's no
nigga they would It be easy ta pick up ah tune. When do we end? Will they come get this shit done, and over ah partner must ah been one of my friends