late Everybody else will have to wait in line I overestimated you You knew that I probably would We're so predictable We've been sold a bill of goods
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be late Everybody else will have to wait in line I overestimated you You knew that I probably would We're so predictable We've been sold a bill of goods
I'm killing 'em, I shed my blood, About everything I love, [Diddy] To the eye blacker, over handed face the palm smacker, Good scrapper, cat stacker, good
live My life day by day, in the way I only should So who the hell is you to tell me how to live it good To the good that went bad, from dwellin' in your
Jacob's wit the Fruit Loop jewels Holdin a navy blue uzi Krush Groovin waves off the atlas Coolin, that's how we make movies Basketball gun brawlers, bounce Black down 'bill
Intro: (*numerous men speaking*) (Peace, quiet and good order will be maintained in our city to the best of our ability. Riots, melees and disturbances
Ain't nothing you can do when we decide It's about to get dirty [Verse 1:] Just when you thought it was safe and all prissy Jamelia, back in your face
surprise horses in this stable Just two albums in, I’m the realest nigga on this label Mr. Black President, yo Obama for real They gotta put your face on the five-thousand dollar bill
tell you, when I said it, I meant it and I will always have the right to defend it. Fifty seconds, a hundred murders. The bill of rights is a bill of
Been Surprise Horses In This Stable Just Two Albums In I'm The Realest Nigga On This Label Mr Black President Yeah Obama Fa Reel They Gotta Put Ya Face On The $5000 Dollar Bill
voice I'm killin' 'em I shed my blood About everything I love Am still a eye blacker, open handed, face the palm smacker Goods strapper, cat stacker, good
don't make it prolly go to big boy jail He ain't even like that tell your momma chill The way my folk kick it we can even pay ya momma bills ha ha Yea
this stable Just two albums in, I'm the realest nigga on this label Mr. Black President, yeah Obama for real They gotta put ya face on the 5000 dollar bill
crowd they threw bills in the air I spied my man Jazz, maxin out with two stone cold freaks "Yo, what's up Ice, you rich now, man, you too good to speak
pride Her feet are killing her, I call it shoe-icide Looking good has its sacrifices Chilly weather bring 4 figure jacket prices Her body nice, face dime Give you that iPhone 4, face
