't really give a fuck about your groupies This Is Africa, Hooray. T.I.A. (Hooray) T.I.A. (Hooray) T.I.A. (Hooray) It means, This Is Africa (Hooray) [
you know, you’re all the same Got to play this stupid game You’re getting on my nerves, so just stay the fuck away Who died and made you God This time
day to get through So homie this is your song, I dedicate this to you I love you Doodi [Chorus] The days are cold livin' without you The nights are long
than a fed-up post-office worker A merk her with a Mossberg I'm pissed off get murdered Like someone took a ketchup squirter Squirted a frankfurter For a gangster you
you can hate em, he don't blame you frankly he would too, This game could I'll afford to lose him, How bout you? Now guess who who (hey), Heres a
. I shut the shit down. Your entire arsenal is not enough to fuck with one round. I am also the opposite of wht you are like. You are microcosm of what the fuck
show you pussy footin, I'll kick a bitch in the cunt Til it makes her queef and sounds like a fucking whoopy cushion Who the fuck is you pushin', you
me back and let me know what's up ? Fuck this mirror! Ahhhh! I'm not in the mirror I'm inside you let me guide you! Fuck you! Die you son-of-a-bitch
like this is it For me to have this much appeal like this is sick This is not a game, this fame, in real life this is sick Publicity stunt my ass, conceal
is gettin colder But you sweatin and dizzy like a person who ain't sober Realizin your life is comin quickly to a closure Losin composure, out of breath like you
death of you Low and behold,you sold ya soul,theres nothing left of you Look in the mirror,ask yourself,who are you If you dont know who you are,how
you know that this is really not a game The way I put it down you will remember the name The way we change it up shit is never the same And when I’m finished
Flock a hop Keep it in a proper spot Adopt a cop Rob a spot A lot of ice a cop or not Drop a pot Slide a lot Jackpot a lot Already got a lot of wine,
you fuck around with Real Take time to feel, what I'm tellin' you hoes (Tellin' you hoes) You couldn't fuck around with me if I was sellin' you blows
if you give it away You silly motherfuckers are all commited to stay It's a cold world, but you still want a part of it So then you'd better fuck around
time to joke-joke You fuck around, you could get your ass smoked Look, this not a game, me, B? I ain’t playin’ Beep behind me planned, so you here anyway You
so pay your debt You fuck with me and you'll have regrets Fuck everyone, fuck 'em, fuck everyone, fuck 'em Fuck 'em now fuckers, fuck the fed now, fuck 'em now Fuck
that'll do it Yeah, I love hip hop I love this muthafuckin hip hop game This nigga here is a little nigga man Stay in your motherfucking lane nigga You fucking
