waste no time playa hating on another nigga Know what I'm sayin', get this money man, know what I mean? See... I kill for my nigga, die for my nigga
t came up with nay-thin', let everybody get they time to shine Still waitin' on mine, ?? In the meantime tryin' to find a loophole God knows where the next one, for
fine as hell Through the strip'll never die, only time'll tell To be in, it's Cadillac steerin wheel [J-Bo] Say what, gather round for this two door
plus everything tight Gave em' all my shit, pulled over to the right And what was said in my head "Now I'm all fucked up" Like my square, sir tell me what is all this for
out of town Yean tell em shit, you held me down Now a-days I rock the mic im getting paid for that And all the shit I been through im getting paid for
time he shot birds at the judge (Yeah) I'm knee deep in the game So when it's time to read up, I'm knee deep in the cane (Damn) Real talk, Look, I'm tellin
straighten mine. and i dont believe in wastin time well catch them hoes later. stay on ya grind (thats right) gotta a low tolerence for ignorance (ignorance
same nightmares (nightmares) We let the doves do it for us -- we don't cry tears (That's right) Real niggaz don't budge When Mail Man got his time he
hanging, if you talk then on your door I'm banging Twisting up hip hop, running with my flip flops, past all the cops just chilling in the donut shops For
are Divide All your time and your pride Take all the names that you've learned in stride When the world is all about you Can't you make your way through And all
have raised I guess I’m saying that to say that opportunity But they just don’t equate to all the time they take away From the kids all the shit I did
Yeah, you feel that baby? Yeah I feel it too Damn, you know, I'm so glad we could spend this time together See, I'm not as crazy as you thought I was,
in ya ass, he's all up in ya psychy too, Now what's his name Cinderella man, Cinderella man, Cinderella man, Cinderella, Cinderella man, Cinderella man, If I had a time
recluse and the truth is, Fame startin' to give me an excuse, to be at a all time low. I sit alone in my home theatre, watchin' the same damn DVD, Of
a tattoo of me right up off her ass, man In the streets of Warren, Michigan we call 'em tramp stamps That means she belongs to me, time to put the damn
the fame Love the game, cold as ice you remain Fuck em' all, tell 'em all eat shit, here we go again So, god damn... is it that time again already Haha
how they sleep at night. When the sale comes first, And the truth come second, Just stop, for a minute and... smile Why is everybody so serious? Acting so damn