no one gets the blame (Get on with your livin') and I'll get on with mine Get on with your livin' and I'll get on with mine No one promise you sunshine
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in my direction. Craving your affection. So now... Go back to the beat. Get up on your feet. Gonna be your super lover. Right back to the beat. Get up on your
problem, livin' like we moppin', came up out the boulevard, that's why we go hard, cuz once upon a time we were at the bottom (bottom), and man i really hated being on
they can't beat then with me they join Others sworn, under oath or banished, left completely scorned You tell lies, get caught, nigga kick rocks You never did blend in with the big shots On
' the lights on? Fuck with the lights, fuck with the, with the lights on Fuck with the lights, fuck with the, with the lights on Fuck with the lights on with the, with
as it get Feelin' my shit, straight through the cealin' with this Bet your block love it, find me only with the grimy Gutters of the street where my mind be Play the game, get
you can get it from here Got boom got boom, put shit in the air (yeah yeah yeah) Get us some gear to get us in here Waited years to get a premier and
know, we go against the Harlem Jigalo Getcha hoe, lick her low, make the bitch, hit the do' I represent honies with money fly guys with gems Drive with
through it My life's no joke, I don' played dice with soap Upstate the case niggas slice your throat Wear your boxers in the shower when you guard your
who be dippin' in the Benz wit the spoilers On the low from the Jake in the Taurus Tryin' to get my hands on some Grants like Horace Yeah livin' the
labels and in vera wang Get your name engraved on a wedding ring on everything I'ma love you better More than I ever did Cause baby girl listen since you been here with
cars out All our street cats buy all the bars out Don't know whatcha all 'bout but I'm livin' it up Ten mill' yeah, I'm bigger than what So you know on
beef, big beefin' with the Mistress (On and on and on and on and on and on and) Over the backs of the lines as we growl, motherfucker We are livin'
Feedin' me breakfast and givin' me a sponge baths Niggas say I died dead in the streets Nigga, I'm getting high getting head on the beach Chillin', sittin' on about half a million With
I get around like a nigga with broke legs on a moped I said; I'm a "Top Gun" like Gossett Run and get your CD and cass-ette Gossip, lotta niggaz got lip
knew you well People think that your my man (People think that your my man) They don't even understand (They don't even understand) Just because I let you get
life but motherfuckers want dead So I travel with the babble, with the chrome, with the lead 'Cause when it's on then it's on, the shots flowin' through your