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self-expression taught through verbal lessons is the best way i've found to avoid depression...
how can you hold back when the beat stays tickin so deep inside??
Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #9,622
Peak in subgenre #5,603
Author
Screw
Rights
NSHproductions
Uploaded
August 28, 2005
Track Files
MP3
MP3 2.2 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Story behind the song
beat courtesy of Shadowville Productions @ http://www.soundclick.com/pro/?BandID=220493
Lyrics
people keep harassin me
and askin me..
wheres the grass ricky?
but im tryin to get up out the game so i can relax and cheef
i used to slang for some change,
so i could maintain and eat,
now i'm tryin to escape,
but people wont let me leave.
i've established a reputation,
most peeps kno me for weed.
they even got my old girl callin me up for green.
kids, please
y'all been blowin my phone up the whole day,
its like they think i aint heard my phone the last 12 times it rang.
give me a break,
take my number off your phone, just delete it
i'm tired of havin people call me to tell me what they're needin
"man, we're fiendin that weed,
if you got some yay or some e,
or hey, even some speed"
you people all got me geeked
i just think its funny
i aint even tryin to take all your money
i'd rather just date your honey,
my livin status is lovely..
wont see me hurtin or hungry,
i aint doin dirt to get money,
im steady burnin that bud up and gettin drunk with my buddies..
hook x 2
whether or not i flop,
or i end up reachin the top..
im definitely takin my shot.
you could never make me stop
i got this rap shit on lock
so you can have back your block.
yea, im closin down my shop
no more slangin that pot.
verse 2
i dont pick up the line
if i dont like you
but thats just how it be
with hoes like you
i do
not give a shit
what you be on bitch,
for all i care you can go suck a dick
and kick it with some tricks..
shit, bitch
what you think it is?
i aint no little kid..
i may not be a gangsta,
but i definitely aint a bitch
no way ima let a stick up kid
get away with this
aint gon' be played for a fool
by no degenerate
im heaven sent,
the predicate
in his 20 year old sentence..
it'd be such a wasted of breath,
but i'd love to hear him beg for repetance,
your pathetic
dante's peak
only takes 20 seconds
condescendence
runs in your family tree,
so respect this..
an honest made man,
not a bitch made, rejected
coke sellin' felon,
i aint worried cuz you got hell to pay when life's ended
hook x 2
i'd swear im fairly tame,
and patience is my middle name,
but its a strain to turn down the flame
each day
when shits the same.
and all of this lame bullshit
seems to never change
making me wanna pull it, fully
without takin aim
but im set in a solid frame.
i got complete control of my brain.
i choose when to be sane,
and when to retaliate.
and the date for his fate has come.
he entered and the gate slammed shut,
it locked, then became stuck
now this fuck
ran out of luck.
tried to play us for some punks,
we let it slide,
and him think he won,
think he's got us on the run..
let him have his little fun..
then show him this shit is done.
we turned around from on the run
and now this clown looks like hes stunned.
what? you really thought we were chumps?
that shits funny man,
we're back with a plan
and we've got the upper hand,
we wont put you in the sand
but we'll run you a couple grand.
hook
