The better days and brace yourself for this load And know that There's so much to build on, reform Remember You've fallen short for a good reason Anticipate
For for the family, I'll be squeezing, no reason Blood work, nobody leaving this bitch breathing Niggas on the low, kidnapped my flow Coulda asked for
Mantrap My appetite whetted, storm crows wheeled At the blurred edges or reason 'til I was fulfilled Whors d'oeuvres eaten, I tucked Her into A grave coffin fit for
bitch-slap him Do it for me, do it for Fred, do it for Limp Do it for Rock, do it for rap, do it for Kid Do it for Ice-T, do it just to do it, fuck it
reason for you to call home tonight If I had my way you would find out the hard way Causing trouble is my business and the business is good So now I
From that moment you'll be out of place and underdressed. I'm wrecking this evening already and loving every minute of it. Ruining this banquet for the
I was silked out at the peak of my career But I always choked out, leaving mad money on the table at crazy amounts I would hit the scene for a second
touchin all on my money cause that make me honey look sleazy gettin paid is like good sex becuse my money comes easy my fat stack be the reason nappy
more than we can bob our head offbeat Nimrod by the time we forty cause we can't get our meat While we ask no reason for the misplacement of the season
(One by one) [J-Hill] It's one reason, why I still let you breath It's one reason, why the fucking Tech won't squeeze It's one reason, why you ain't
't about to ass out on a no good gamble Could handle anything, but I ain't down for broke So before somebody slides, somebody's getting choked I'm a no good
: You know my tongue bleeds sometimes From biting down for a good reason I just can't go silent any longer When those great pretenders Fake what
an up roar What other reason does a nigga have to live for? If you ain't ready to ride for what we believe Then get the fuck out the game, it's time for
good comin straight from the ATL, DC that's what we all grill Blow a gun, shoot smoke in the air pour some liquor, for your niece who ain't there gotta
it my car that they're losin', are we all for the choosin'? Or is it all in confusion? Better yet all an illusion Shots rang through the hall bullets cruisin' for