, do I still make you laugh? Still make you laugh? There've been too many times. There've been too many times. There've been too many times. There've been too many times
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I made a little money, good But I still want to live in the hood But buying new fly shit Is just like inviting ants to a picnic There’s just too many
Just been in too many run ins with dead ends Comparisions range from thick ones to thin Explosive sex thoughts coming from this young work horse I spend hard times
Head Ron, Punchy too Big Rock got knocked, but this one's for you I hit the studio and drop a jewel, hopin it pay Gettin high watchin time fly, to live
uh Die, nigga, die [Verse continued] My girlfriend blacker than the darkest night When niggas act bitch made She got the heart to fight Nigga, my girlfriend Though we separated at times
we get ahead (Hold your head) Too many young black brothers are dying (You got to hold your head) Living fast, too fast (hahaha) [Verse 2] These felonies
Mobb Deep wonder why nigga blowed them out Next time grown folks talking, nigga close your mouths Peep me I take this war shit deeply I seen too many
lungs and tear through tissue while I'm out for the ends, you out for a rep thats the same thing that have yo mama in a black dress see me in a black
time was Still on my side She'll say I wish I knew you, I wish I loved you before I Was his bride And so they must depart Too many more a broken
That resembles a soul of a man Leave them numb, leave them crushed (leave them numb, leave them crushed) Took the fire inside One too many times He's
and I'm ready To give you my heart Mayday Too many voices too much noise in my ear Don't want to lose contact over this black ocean Now you sing follow
forward breaking out of confines But I never knew the truth in her sighs After her theft one is left with piles of ash She got me good, my life was in tatters and rags Too many
like ali verses foreman (a-ha) God’s act, stand back and watch Devil’s time out Can’t be timed with no swatch watch Who I am, the black abraham Zunga
wonderin' why DMX blowed him out Next time grown folks talkin', bitch, close yo mouth Peep me, I take this war shit deeply Done seen too many real niggaz
so many broads I leave your entourage tender Like bartenders mix liquor I serve you over the rocks, I feed you to my flock, now time to click triggers
incubation They tracin' and chasin' from location to location I'm stationed at a hotel accomidation Waitin' to start me and my squad organization But I'm hesitatin', too many
is live at the scene, hey Cashis how are you my friend? Got no time for no interviews (go-got no time for no interviews) No time to trip don't be confused