Put your dukes up John, Yeah, put your dukes up John, You were preened and sanitised, Struck dumb by good advice. Your integrity was bruised, Your celebrity
easy too. Why don't you try a little more? All those little ploys Helped you tease the boys. What will you do now your daddy's Left again. Look now Little
You buy the magazine, It teach you who to be. You wear the uniform, You love to be adored. Your world is you, and you bore me. Your world is you, and
See you, And all the lengths you go to, And all the depths you crawl through, How very hard you try. Need someone to tell you that they notice you,
We fell to the street, full of noise, With a view to bring the dawn in. But clashed with the Burtons' shirts Who saw us as a chance for brawling. Well
Fragile you, Blind and grey, Showed up once Then hid away. Saw the sun, Saw the sky, And how the sunlight Burned your eyes. Fled from the day, Hiding
of his life. The whole *shit* is strange. I'm really thinkin' brains but on the other hand, I really feel your stress and pain. Flimsy little men,
While the other one steers One got the money that the other put away Some held their ground and the others couldn't stay Some followed their dreams and the others
'mon Get on your mark, get ready set go bitches Then we go and add a little propane to it Then we send another whole flame through it Clear everything
mashed potato Back when niggaz used to rock Ballys and Clarks I used to watch, little niggaz shouldn't hustle nickel crack in the park Barrels spray the brighter flame
Yeah... hard body (hard body) Carter carter Carter yeah Lets go Cash Money Young Money motherfuck the other side They can fuck with us if they want I
swear I gotta lot of love that I could just share I gotta lot of drugs that I could just share! I know I know (?), a nice lil mirror and a little white
you would think its a dream the way she use it to him taught pussy or not she fuck the whole block straight bouncin bitch right out of chevy i see your thug gotta tee blue flame
I go that flame, your rhymes are so deep man, girl thank you, shit you so bad know your daddy wish he could still spank you hold up for these other niggas
Left the city, my mama, she said don't come back home. These kids round killing each other, they lost their minds, they gone. They quitting school, making
tryinG like the little enGine that could You think you can you think you could I think you pussies should (Hook) (Verse2) Call me Gucci flocca flame
pictures on my budget my main chick clitch , clutch on her stomach see chief posse beat these thug runner stunna may say it other niggas get done this my team get to it, other