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about it (Too late to talk about it) You can cry a river 'Till an ocean starts to form, yeah But she will always remember Cuz she's a woman scorned

The Preacher?s son Patti LaBelle is in the buildin? Let?s celebrate, have a basement party A barbeque, how we used to do On the avenue, have a Philly

future, man Watch out for me I don't need nobody but me myself and I I got a lot of people that's there for me A lot of people that love me, a lot of

dont give a fuck, And I dont give a fuck) Never did, never will thats just how a nigga feel (Nigga I dont give a fuck, And I dont give a fuck) Never ran

doin' is takin' a beat and then speakin' the Truth on it like Doctor King makin' a speech Man you snitches conversate wit police But there's a difference between a lake and a beach And a grape and a peach If the D.A

talk to slick, You only got a few hits and a couple fans, And I could probly get you bodied for a couple grand, I caught a murder, attempts I had a couple

sleep, I said Girl I love you more than hip-hop, you a woman, a wife I think I finally met a woman I like, right Can we take a trip? Baby I don't mind

triggas back, Huh, Pop that yo, If I gotta, I'm a Pop a nigga Lay a nigga down, I ain't playin, I'll spray a nigga, Lay a nigga down! [x2] [Verse 1:]

to black sh** Rap cats need to get back on that sh** They need to try switchin' they flows 'Cause all of our women ain't ******* and **** And e'ry rapper out got a