I got the subtext The rough statue, the jury factor results in bone fractures sounds and images Got me scramblin football scrimmages Johnny (unite us) god I trust I don't need to get paper time I bust Maybe, do it for charity Now my wanna jerk me for my royalty I guess what you get for loyalty a bitch, don't take the shit personally
Life's a "bitch", don't it personally Life's a "bitch", don't it personally a "bitch", don't take it personally Life's a "bitch", take it personal
Beatch! Call me a advissery Known to bust on a young berry Now tell me how much weight can your back And tell me how far have you come I'm sick of all these fake b-boys who think they down Cuz they have a tattoo and they hat round They my sons, just call me Sam who I am boy, we ain't fam This ain't the Sopranos, know I with the Rhythm Cubanos And get McDonalds So get the on before I give you a tray And even I drive the valley in my blinged up whip I don't fear no evil, full clip Cuz you ain't nuthin but a to me By 2002 you'll be
Beatch! Yo I to propogate my oral linguistic Mystical science, act up Bitches get slapped for a compliance Catagorize me with industry I'm shots like my man Chick Hern I mix your burn, while you wait your turn I get respect in hear, and that's hard to earn I don't do it for the paper, I got money to My motivation is rock the whole nation Make a roll scholar, out of pation And all you drug addicts with your tactics You might go to jail if this hards stick
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