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…But when we got a good thing, can’t appreciate it,
Just like the chick I had on my team, was everything on my wish list.
Spendin’ holidays, Valentine’s and Christmas.
Now I’m in the club looking at other broads, like:
“I gave up home-cooked meals for this shit?”
“I gave up all them back rubs for this bitch?”
The whole damn thing is bass ackwards…
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Shop NowJust say the word, I’ll leave your DNA on the curb,
And stick my dick in your ear and fuck what you heard.
I met this girl when I was ten years old,
And what I loved most she had so much soul.
She was old school, when I was just a shorty
Never knew throughout my life she would be there for me.
Think about it, if you was there standing looking at me.
What would you do, if I hit your face with dog doo-doo?
It started back in ‘79,
My whole darn future was on the line.
I created a brand new sensation
Through my mind and the whole darn nation…
I once lost a bill betting on the Red Sox,
…But that’s another topic.
You want ass? The cash is first.
You got dead presidents, baby, I got a hearse in my purse.
Hip-hop is universal now, it’s all commercial now.
It’s like a circle full of circus clowns up in the circuit now.
Niggas’ rap albums sound like love letters,
Pen in my hand, like: damn, fam, I could do much better.
True originator, innovator and creator,
Thinkin’ independent but I’m sayin’ something major.
I ain’t no joke, I used to let the mic smoke,
Now I slam it when I’m done and make sure it’s broke.
Rappers on their sophomores…actin’ like they boss lords.
Fame’s such a funny thing for sure when niggas start believing all those encores.
Rockin’ gay apparel, them jeans will make you sterile,
I’m steady stockin ammo, cocking the double barrel.
You just met me, you won’t let me…
Well if I couldn’t have it, silly rabbit, why you sweating me?
Yo Premier, why these rappers so soft?
They corny ass raps be makin me doze off.
What good is a beautiful dame with a Rolls-Royce frame, and a Volkswagen brain?
…I got over there real cool and picked her up, all good.
But half-way to the hotel, smoke start coming up from the hood.
Me and the bitch had to push, and she didn’t even get mad at me,
Figured out the problem: made her go steal me a battery.
I’m an animal thug, I grew up eatin’ animal cookies
My genes tie me to those that despised me.
We runnin around in thousand-dollar clown suits,
Better get some boots when Lucifer turn your city to Beirut.
Makin’ veterans run for medicine,
Cause I put out more lights in a fight than ConEdison.
Fuck jewels: I think my soul glows bright enough.
And fuck whips: I learn more when I ride the bus.
And fuck, it’s bad enough that we fight for bucks.
And fuck hoes: cause in the end I need a wife to love.
It’s hard bein’ real in a world that’s a fallacy.
The colder the weather, the bigger the gun
Got to rock a lot of clothes if you tryina hide one
In June it’s .22’s, February it’s fifths
But all year round, it’s 616.
Hate a liar more than I hate a thief.
A thief is only after my salary,
A liar is after my reality.
And to the shorties on the block, tryin’ to twist 40 tops,
Get your act together, do some carpentry with a Black & Decker,
And stop speedin like a Kawasaki…
Nah, I don’t really have to spit nothin’ too complex,
I just rep for my hood, and it sound correct.
See me looking like Atlas, when he handle the globe.
I see you looking like Alice, Wonderland is your home.
It makes me wonder if you practice your flow…
You niggaz ain’t killaz…you caterpillars.
I’m gettin’ stacks while you askin’ people, ‘Do you want some fries with that?’
I don’t need your assistance, social persistence.
Any problem I got, I just put my fist in.
It’s war on the streets and a war in the Middle East
Instead of war on poverty, they got a war on drugs
So the police can bother me…
We don’t just say “No”, we too busy sayin’ “Yeah!”
To drinkin’ straight out the eight bottle…
Do I look like a muthafuckin’ role model?!
I’ll ignore you sellin crack, killin people, and keepin it real,
But disrespect me and my adopted fam and die young like veal.
Every little fuck up, they blame it on Barack
Cause he just like Gucci, born in the trap.
I’m not enthused by these rap dudes.
All in they videos, posin’ half nude, with all of them tattoos,
Til I blacken they eyes and have them lookin’ like raccoons.
A child is born with no state of mind,
Blind to the ways of mankind.
God is smilin’ on you but He’s frownin’ too,
Because only God knows what you’ll go through.
Life without knowledge is death in disguise.
Real dudes move in silence…like a mute drivin a new hybrid.
Yeah, I cut class…I got a D.
Cause History meant nothing to me
Except a definite nap.
That’s why I always sat in the back.
I found college awkward: another teacher, same old chalkboard.
I felt I was shifting backward, when I expected to shoot forward.
Lessons cut short to prep for tests that only test how well you prep.
…Man, no wonder why the score’s a mess.
Busta Rhymes the mighty infamous,
Always misbehaving and mischeivous,
Causing aggravation, I’ll never pause,
Pushing out spit balls through plastic straws.
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When I went to school I carried lunch in a bag
With an apple for my teacher ‘cause I knew I’d get a kiss.
Always got mad when the class was dismissed.
You wake up late for school, man you don’t wanna go!
You ask your mom “Please?” but she still says “No!”
You missed two classes, and no homework,
But your teacher preaches class like you’re some kind of jerk!
Teach the student what needs to be taught.
‘Cause black and white kids both take shorts
When one doesn’t know about the other one’s culture,
Ignorance swoops down like a vulture.
Where you been at?
You must’ve cut class.
If it ain’t me, another member of my crew will kick your ass.
What is the meaning of C.L.A.S.S.?
Is it a Conspiracy Levelled At Sleepy Students trying to pass?