I got the subtext The rough neck statue, the jury factor in bone fractures sounds and images Got me scramblin football scrimmages Unitas (unite us) god I trust I don't need to get paper every I bust Maybe, I'll do it for Now my label wanna me for my royalty I that's 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", take it personally Life's a "bitch", don't take it Life's a "bitch", don't it personal
Beatch! Call me a visionary to bust cherry on a young berry Now tell me how much weight can back carry And tell me how far have you now? I'm of all these fake rock b-boys who think they down Cuz they a tattoo and turn they 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 give you a And even I drive the valley in my blinged up whip 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 propogate my linguistic science, act up defiance Bitches get for a nine compliance Catagorize me with industry I'm callin shots like my man Hern I can't mix your burn, while you wait your I get respect in hear, and that's hard to earn I do it for the paper, I got money to burn My soul motivation is rock the nation a roll scholar, out of dust pation And all you addicts with your thug tactics You might go to jail if this hards stick
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