I got the subtext The neck statue, the jury factor results in bone fractures Manufactured sounds and Got me scramblin football scrimmages Unitas (unite us) god I trust I need to get paper every time I bust Maybe, I'll do it for Now my label wanna jerk me for my I guess what you get for loyalty Life's a bitch, take the shit personally
Life's a "bitch", don't take it Life's a "bitch", take 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 weight can your back carry And me how far have you come now? I'm sick of all these fake b-boys who think they down Cuz they have a and turn 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 roll the Rhythm Cubanos And millions get So get the fuck on I give you a tray And I drive thru the valley in my blinged up whip I don't no evil, pumpin full clip Cuz you ain't but a bitch 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 giants I'm callin like my man Chick Hern I can't mix your burn, while you your turn I get respect in this hear, and that's hard to I don't do it for the paper, I got money to My soul is rock the whole nation Make a roll scholar, out of dust And all you addicts with your thug tactics You might go to jail if this really stick
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