I got the subtext The neck statue, the jury factor results in bone fractures sounds and images Got me scramblin like football Johnny Unitas (unite us) god I I don't need to get paper every time I Maybe, do it for charity Now my label jerk me for my royalty I guess what you get for loyalty Life's a bitch, take the shit personally
Life's a "bitch", don't it personally a "bitch", don't take it personally Life's a "bitch", don't take it Life's a "bitch", don't it personal
Beatch! Call me a advissery Known to bust on a young berry Now tell me how much can your back carry And tell me how far have you now? I'm sick of all fake rock b-boys who think they down Cuz they have a tattoo and 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 millions get So get the fuck on I give you a tray And even I drive thru the valley in my blinged up I don't fear no evil, pumpin full Cuz you nuthin but a bitch to me By 2002 be history
Beatch! Yo I motivate to my oral linguistic Mystical science, act up Bitches get slapped for a compliance Catagorize me with industry I'm callin shots like my man Chick I can't mix burn, while you wait your turn I get in this hear, and that's hard to earn I do it for the paper, I got money to burn My soul is rock the whole nation a roll scholar, out of dust pation And all you drug addicts with thug tactics You go to jail if this hards really stick
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