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Nah baby, I'm Not Gon' Be Able to Do It; You blew it Threw it all the way cause you was stupid -- girl why'd you do it? I mighta knew it by the way you gave me your baby Then left a day before I ever saw the son that God made me It's hard maybe we can make amends, be friends But only hurtin' all of us for certain by forsakin' him Just take it in, don't even say a word, observe the way you were, preserved, these words so you won't play the herb ever again, never pretend that he doesn't have a father I'm always there and you don't wanna bother I honor my word on my father's grave, guide him through his hardest age So he can thrive and survive in these modern days I wanna raise my little man but you keep resistin I'm insistin you chill for real before you come up missin Listen, I don't wanna fight I'd rather do what's right A boy needs a father that's the most important part of his lifeYo, fuck all the glamours and glitz, I plan to get rich I’m from new york and never was a fan of the knicks And I’m all about expandin my chips You mad cause I was in the van with your bitch With both hands on her tits Corleone hold the throne, that you know in your heart I got style, plus the way that I be flowin is sharp A while back I used to hustle, sellin blow in the park Countin g stacks and rockin ice that glow in the dark Forever - hottie huntin, trigger temper I’m quick to body somethin You lookin at me like I’m probably frontin I fuck around and throw, three in your chest and flee to my rest I’m, older and smarter this is me at my best I stopped hangin around y’all, cause niggaz like you Be prayin on my downfall, hopin I flop Hopin I stop, you probably even hope I get locked Or be on the street corner with a pipe, smokin the rock I got more riches than you, fuck more bitches than you Only thing I haven’t got is more, stitches than you Fuckin punk, you ain’t a leader what? nobody follow-ed you You was never shit, your mother shoulda swallowed you (mmmm.. whoo!) you on some tagalong flunkie yes man shit Do me a favor, please get off the next man dick And if you think I can’t fuck with whoever, put your money up Put your jewels up, no fuck it put your honey up Put your raggedy house up nigga, or shut your mouth up Before I buck lead, and make a lot of blood shed Turn your tux red, I’m far from broke, got enough bread And mad hoes, ask beavis I get nuttin butt-head {*laughter*} my game is, vicious and cool Fuckin chicks is a rule If my girl think I’m loyal then that bitch is a fool How come, you can listen to my first album And tell where a lot of niggaz got they whole style from? (yeah!) so what you actin for? You ain’t half as raw, you need to practice more Somebody tell this nigga sum’un, ’fore I crack his jaw You runnin with boys, I’m runnin with men I’ma be rippin the mics until I’m a hundred and ten Have y’all niggaz like, ’damnit this nigga done done it again’ I throw slugs at idi-ots, no love for city cops I sport a pretty watch, eight-hundred and fifty rocks I’m makin wonderful figures I don’t fuck with none of you niggaz I might pull out this gun on your niggaz And rob every last one of you niggazStraight up honey really I'm askin Most of these niggaz think they be mackin but they be actin Who they attractin with that line, "What's your name what's your sign" Soon as he buy that wine I just creep up from behind And ask what your interests are, who you be with Things to make you smile, what numbers to dial You gon' be here for a while, I'm gon' go call my crew You go call your crew We can rendezvous at the bar around two Plans to leave, throw the keys to Lil Cease Pull the truck up, front, and roll up the next blunt So we can steam on the way to the telly go fill my belly A t-bone steak, cheese eggs and Welch's grape Conversate for a few, cause in a few, we gon' do What we came to do, ain't that right boo [truuuueee] Forget the telly we just go to the crib and watch a movie in the jacuzzi smoke l's while you do me
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