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a punk ass bitch, ain't never been no place I can't hold back, now's the time To leave your stank fake broke ass bitches behind And move on like a player
sent away for a long, long time Remember never hate on a real player It ain't gon' get you nowhere, mayn It's a lotta hoes out there player so Ain't
2 times dag nab it lemme hurta, a hater hurter, on a mission I gots to come down, knocked off a politician knocked off a judge, knocked off a lawer now
the pound and we don't love them hoes How could you trust a hoe? 'Cuz a hoe's a trick I don't love them tricks 'Cuz a trick's a bitch And my dick's
make em dance once again baby (once again baby) But this time, I'ma talk about my motha' fuckin friend baby (yeah) yo it's been long overdue baby (that's right) Long
to man Monkey to man, a monkey to man, a monkey to man A monkey to man, a monkey to man, a monkey to man A monkey to man A long time ago, our point
next stage One time can't trace, now why you punk twice Now, you've been sleeping on the desk for a long time Waitin' for the nigga to come bust a dogg
Luther, future Hall of Famer Came a long way, stay fly, I, soldier, Ayatollah Airbender sent a chill, drill sarge, hard bottom Got 'em hooked, took my time
, that's really true. Picture life as a game of chess 'cause every move is critical in this life of stress I came from a long road to a hard time My
off 2 times dag nab it lemme hurta, a hater hurter, on a mission I gots to come down, knocked off a politician knocked off a judge, knocked off a lawer
A long time ago, our point of view Was broadcast by Mr. Bartholomew Now the world is full of sorrow and pain It's time for us to speak up again You're
, cause I been on this earth long enuff, In this land of little trust Where all my models and rubs, till I been bottled and brewed And it's been provin
I pop a hot block dodge the cops and the dics Cause they want me gone, been in the game too long Here's how you want it, you come with guns nigga We cock
Cuz I was comin to send you to hell After my choppers wings split you I was jus a shorty when my cousin Bobby died A star runnin back from Long Beaches
of the tracks Came a rowdy ragin' Cajun by the name of Rupernac He was harder than a hickory long and thinner than a rail He was faster than a Copperhead
with a couple extra grams, D-Loc got a Caddy, I got a V-Dub van, X Daddy rolled a fatty, asked him what's the plan, He took a hit, blew out his rip,
) If I had a choice, I would choose to live as long as you Roll with ??? you, that's my word If I had a choice, I would choose to live as long as you
