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that fuckin' clock, I took the time and I Came up from behind and pretty much snuck up And butt fucked this game up Better be careful when you bring my name up Fuck
one here at all Behind these castle walls Observing the estate through the gate From the outside looking in Bet you would think I got it made Better look
God damn, god damn Who taught you how to get sexy for a nigga? Yeezy taught me You never used to talk dirty, but now you, you god damn disgusting My, my God
Fuck this hoe, that hoe, all them bitches lame And I ain't gotta say it, you already know the name See, I'm still running over bitches, still fuckin
, ay listen to me And when they push you down, you got to get back up And when they push you down, you got to get back up Push the dirt off your jersey, then go for
my lumps Fell down and I got right back up But I need that spark to get psyched back up And in order for me to pick the mic back up I don't know how
the cops Hop up in my car and told my chauffeur to the top Life is such a fucking roller coaster then it drops But what should I scream for this is my
on a train! YouknowhatI'msayin? Try that shit on a fuckin train What kind of shit, youknowhatI'msayin? Got a thousand niggaz write for him, let ME write for
yard get broke I done took blocks through war, took blocks for fall Took blocks to Wall for box of raw What you think 33 in the glock is for? Black
when I write wills. Tired of looking at these ugly niggaz with ice grills. No telling what I might feel about my glory. Two sides to every story. That's why I pray to god
glide the entire map With the frequent four alarm fire, rap straight up Put weight down, fuck around, you ate up And nigga when I eat, I mean I lick the whole plate up Look
quir fools since back in high school we was true me and you only part that seperated affilead with ganbaners and still made it up in the jail fuck with me got to fuck
to beat it Fuck that, get your own nigga, don't ask me for shit That's what I did, now they all askin' for hits Nigga, it's on for the simple fact I
up being a dead body Yo' wife and children gone be searching for their dear ol' daddy They found his headless body tied up in a dark alley It's cold like ice and snow on a nigga soul For bricks or snow, niggaz will fuck
got my back, right?) I got, I got, I got, I got your back boy (I know you got my back, right?) Keep my swagger, keep it looking good for ya Keep it looking hood for
Because he ain?t givin? up because he don?t give a fuck Because he ain?t changin? up I guess he ain?t lean enough And just know I?m savin? up let you
