] Hey let em talk, Let em hate It aint my fault they at the bottom, let em stay Let em say whatever. Let em lie Let em snitch, let em bleed, let em die
let em talk, Let em hate It aint my fault they at the bottom, let em stay Let em say whatever. Let em lie Let em snitch, let em bleed, let em die (T
let em talk, Let em hate It aint my fault they at the bottom, let em stay Let em say whatever. Let em lie Let em snitch, let em bleed, let em die [T.
at the world and beyond. I feel people pulling me down. I feel some pulling me up I can't get stuck. I just keep moving forward. I got places to go man
, I'm still the same as day 1 I dont get caught in all the hype. So wussup Dash? I can't call ha Ike I guess they don't see Paul all they see is all the
I blew paper with you, not a joint bitch I say bitch when I?m tryna make a point bitch Other times I call it how I see it I won?t give you the title
Bad bitches holla I just holla back My money talks I ain't even gotta tell 'em Even when I talk low don't it sound like I'm yelling Y'all don't really
Pretty brown skin, long blonde hair And she know they talking but she never gon' care Cause when you balling trash-talk is what you gon' hear I can't
you Eww, you niggas disgust me And they ain't talkin bout shit unless they discuss me Let's talk about how, I'm killin errything I touches Or how I walked
now we Kim and Cease We don't even talk no more it's no biggie I was so Biggie, you was Faith I let you slide in my home, you was safe I thought my ability
I ain't hidin I'm ridin; I ain't duckin I'm buckin I ain't hangin I'm bangin; I ain't willin I've done it [Chorus 1 + Chorus 2]
talking crazy like insanity plea I, swear to god, the next nigga I give it to Is going to a place FedEx can't deliver to I'm West Philly Freck, yeah
lil? bit of fame Get in bullshit fights for a lil? name To get noticed by some niggas that don?t give two fucks about you Tell em? you don?t do the jives
t your plans tonight, ya hear me?! See I ain't keep going tit for tat your ass ma If your ass ain't talking right You can go back to being groupie in
WHOA!) [Verse 3] I'm lookin' for a 10 cent wifey Cool as a 10 cent icey That'll fit in vince nicely Let 'em get close Tell 'em play dimmy Imma get swazy