Archive for May, 2012
Uhh, what’s love when you don’t give your man enough dough?
He wanna stick you
What’s love, you got beef?
Nobody rollin wit you
What’s love, you locked up, and your family don’t care
Is love a four-letter word, that deceives the air?
What’s real, when you know your man’s girl is a hoe
And you don’t even let him know, cause you fucked her befo’
What’s real, when you talk behind a man’s back
then you see him and give him dap, now explain that?
What’s trust, when they seperate your case
When you at your court date, your co-de’, can’t look in your face
What’s trust, when you keep your wife away from your man?
And he never crossed you, but you claimin he’s fam’?
What’s trust, when you get bust, your niggaz don’t retaliate?
They blaze purple haze with em the next day?
God forbid one of my niggaz get hit, I’ma go haywire
Won’t hesitate, I’ma spray fire
But everybody’s different, you won’t know how you react
til you in that position, and that’s an actual fact
The hearts of men change as time goes on, who’s wrong?
You was hungry when you stuck Duke, he came back to buck you
Who’s wrong? Foul all your life, now you 90
On your deathbed you regret bein grimy
What’s lust, a bust nut? What’s a thug?
A ghetto child raised around drugs, til he’s old enough to bust slugs?
Then what’s jail, to rehabilitate, or to make a nigga worse
when he come home to catch another case?
Life’s about decisions, you choose it, you gotta live it
You did it, heaven or hell or prison
Who knows when your clock’ll stop tickin, get your weight up
Save up before it’s over neighbor, I told ya
You gettin older player, look at those who gave up
I got my back against the wall
Once again, I’ve been cornered
Smoke that roach from my ash tray from the other day and down this last Corona that I scrape for
Gotta make more, gotta get mine
Cuz when I get time, I’mma get shine and clear my runway
And wait til I get signed, stretch my wings and fly
Do what I gotta do to get by
See the world through my third eye
Would answer the things I worry ’bout
At the end of days, bills to pay
If it’s a white man’s world, am I still a slave
To the minimum wage?
Keep words minimal, subliminal, y’all won’t make it anyway
Out the traps they set follow them tracks they left to the White House
And tell Oprah Winfrey I don’t need no chicken
Bitches gonna turn my lights out
On a daily basis,
piece of American Pie They cut me, I can barely taste it
But I know it ain’t ’bout shit cuz my grandma ain’t make it
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