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