I got the subtext The rough neck statue, the jury factor in bone fractures Manufactured sounds and Got me like football scrimmages Johnny (unite us) god I trust I don't need to get paper every time I Maybe, do it for charity Now my label wanna me for my royalty I guess what you get for loyalty Life's a bitch, don't take the shit
Life's a "bitch", don't take it Life's a "bitch", don't take it Life's a "bitch", take it personally Life's a "bitch", don't take it
Beatch! Call me a visionary Known to bust cherry on a berry Now tell me how weight can your back carry And me how far have you come now? I'm of all these fake rock b-boys who think they down Cuz they have a and turn they hat round They my sons, just call me Sam Recognize who I am boy, we 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 thru the valley in my up whip I don't fear no evil, pumpin full Cuz you nuthin but a bitch to me By 2002 you'll be
Beatch! Yo I motivate to my oral linguistic science, act up defiance Bitches get for a nine compliance Catagorize me with giants I'm shots like my man Chick Hern I can't mix your burn, while you your turn I get respect in hear, and that's hard to earn I don't do it for the paper, I got to burn My soul is rock the whole nation Make a roll scholar, out of pation And all you drug with your thug tactics You go to jail if this hards really stick
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