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zuò cí : DeYoung, Marchand, Sandlofer |
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Whoa, whoa |
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What the plurrr is this, yo! |
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They say i' m 730, say i spaz out |
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Fb is ill, she' ll wild out |
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Can y' all feel my pain? |
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I can' t let it slide |
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How could i smile when i' m hurtin' so bad inside? |
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Yo how can we start this |
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My life is thorough never heartless |
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I laid it down from the gate to the st louis arches |
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From the windy city to the streets in cali |
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To them streets in houston |
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My niggas always boostin' |
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Some bitches always holla |
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How they don' t spend a dolla |
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But that' s because they ain' t got it |
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Now tell me where' s the logic |
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And if i talk it i' ve done did it or about to do it |
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I' m making anthems, got a million niggas bouncin' to it |
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Bust your guns! |
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And if that ain' t enough then bust again |
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I' ve been thuggin' since biz made " just a friend" |
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Matter of fact ever since flava flav was rockin' clocks |
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And even then there was no bitch that could compare to fox |
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Let me head knock, pretty you wit' me right |
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This prada fit me tight, this gucci fit me right |
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Who could quickly write like seven joints and it be tight? |
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You know how hood we sound, you know it' s boogie brown |
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Yo they say i' m 730, say i spaz out |
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Fb is ill, she' ll wild out |
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But can y' all feel my pain? |
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I can' t let it slide |
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How could i smile when i' m hurtin' so bad inside? |
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They say i' m 730, say i spaz out |
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Fb is ill, she' ll wild out |
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But can y' all feel my pain? |
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I can' t let it slide |
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How could i smile when i' m hurtin' so bad inside? |
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Yo my life is full of problems |
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Sometimes it' s hard to dodge ' em |
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So much you couldn' t fathom |
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I wish i didn' t have them |
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They say i' m 730, pretty but i rap too dirty |
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The law is criticizing me and probably never heard me |
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So what i crashed my range |
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My last name ain' t changed |
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This time it' s different though |
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I' m not exploiting names |
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Yeah i write my shit |
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It' s not a ing game |
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So what he wrote some songs |
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I blew him up the same |
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I' m never ducking dames |
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Y' all know just where to find me |
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I would' ve killed her but it just wouldn' t be fair to mommie |
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Imagine me doing time, foxy behind bars |
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Not me the crime star |
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Y' all bitches ain' t worth it |
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Although my life ain' t perfect, i' ll never change a thing |
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Y' all want success but y' all don' t know about the pain it bring |
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It' s supposed to make you happy and keep your paper long |
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This beat is kind of ill |
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How could you hate this song? |
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Yo they say i' m 730, say i spaz out |
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Fb is ill, she' ll wild out |
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But can y' all feel my pain? |
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I can' t let it slide |
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How could i smile when i' m hurtin' so bad inside? |
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They say i' m 730, say i spaz out |
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Fb is ill, she' ll wild out |
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But can y' all feel my pain? |
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I can' t let it slide |
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How could i smile when i' m hurtin' so bad inside? |
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Man some hoes is always yackin' |
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Like i can' t make it happen |
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Like they don' t know my cash |
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Like they don' t know my past |
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Especially pop star bitches with the soft image |
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So what i ain' t with him |
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Bitch! he' s off limits |
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Be where i always be |
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See who i choose to see |
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Although we' re not together, his heart belong to me |
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See at times i think y' all bitches be confusing me |
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Like i' m somethin' sweet, shorty i' m still street |
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You' re not on my level, and i won' t stoop |
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And i' m the one that got you, kicked out your own group |
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Chicks be always thinkin' that i' mma let it ride |
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I might not kill you but i' ll hurt you till your dead inside |
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Third album and you still wanna test brown |
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I' m so hood bitches know how boogie get down |
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It could be real drama |
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It' s still the ill na na |
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There ain' t a bitch wilda |
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Any beef? holla! |
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They say i' m 730, say i spaz out |
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Fb is ill, she' ll wild out |
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But can y' all feel my pain? |
|
I can' t let it slide |
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How could i smile when i' m hurtin' so bad inside? |
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They say i' m 730, say i spaz out |
|
Fb is ill, she' ll wild out |
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But can y' all feel my pain? |
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I can' t let it slide |
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How could i smile when i' m hurtin' so bad inside? |