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How can I help you What can I do for ya Lookin’ for that China white Girl that’s soft If I aint got it I know where to find it If I can get it for you Boss How much you got in your budget The more you buy the less it costs I could front you a few off the side As long as your ass don’t double cross You crossed a lot of raccoons Get your cranium sawed off I got mouths to feed my n**** I can’t afford to take no loss I can give your ass a number It’s up to you to keep it quite You can’t be a punk about nothin’ You gotta keep the money comin’ I’m out here Dealin’ with these suckers Stopin’ the fake ass Busters They stab your ass in the back These brothers turn on you I know when it’s gonna get short How long this sureness suppose to last I aint got the weather channel To predict the forcast The plan is hustlin’ ‘cause there ain’t no work there aint no job so they stuck in playing this game and the next thing they gonna rob two faceded little ol’ heathen workin’ with the law Man no matter what you do for n**** They aint never gonna be satisfied Tell it like it is My whole thing is like Why dudes be lettin’ cats get in their ear though I’m just tellin’ it like it is I don’t know what the fuck happened between ’96 up into now N**** is hoes I’ma tell it like it is Man n**** is going out backwards man Kill all this snitchin’my n*** what’s up with that Tell it like it is If there was a snake it would’ve bite ya See you’ve been fallowin’ so many n**** you wouldn’t even know what hit ya Now you don’t know which way to look You don’t really know which way to turn Got you trying to protect yourself With all the bridges you done burned You n**** cry to us nowadays N**** feelings get hurt too easily Might as well wear a tampon Might as well be a breezy A closed mouth don’t get fed And a lazy hustler don’t get bread Pimpin’ I can’t read minds I don’t know what’s in your head Everybody think they know it all Wanna hear nobody speak Shut the fuck up and listen sometime Even if you an O.G. Personally I’m a grinder Let no grass grow under my feet Don’t nothin’ come to a sleeper but a dream A vision without a plan Is just a hallucination I gotta lotta folks in the pen Programmin’ I’m gonna give it to you straight I ain’t gonna give it to you late I’ma tell your ass what’s real I ain’t gonna tell ya nothin’ fake Man I got my own dreams Everybody wants me to finance theirs Tell it like it is You know who I like I like that boy 40 man He’s 20 years in the game and he consistent just tellin’ it like it is Not all of them but allot of these new dudes is ringtone rappers man I’ma tell it like it is Fools just have one album out And act like they just it Tell it like it is Same song third verse It’s from the heart it aint rehearsed The world is full of associates But very few friends That wanna contribute nothin’ But wanna help spend your ends Think before you rock yo mouth Park your tongue and lip Watchin who you talkin’ round Never know who you’re havin’ dinner with Aint got nothing good to say Don’t say nothin’ at all That’s what I was told That’s what I was taught when I was small A lot of theses so called artists got too much Talent You should be getting’ your money on Instead of hatin’ on the next man It’s lonely at the top But it’s next to crowed at the bottom tha’s why I always keep my pistol cocked in case I gotta stop em’ …. Trunk full of slap Hollerin’ at em’ back Pocket full of scraps nothin’ but thousand stacks I’m old school Actin’ a fool makin’ my presence known I look at business face to face Don’t like to talk on phones When I’m at a stop sign or a red light I leave one car space in front of me Tell it like it is Just so I could have enough room to get outta there Just in case someone try to pop at me or something Tell it like it is That’s how I was raised I’m still a student of the game You could learn from a baby I’ma tell it like it is Man I was hollerin’ at my grand partner He said 40 return phone calls and you’ll keep your friends Tell it like it is Bitch You two faceded ass mother fuckers I didn’t just help create my music mother fucker I invented it Everybody wanna know what the fuck mob music is N**** this is mob music Poor ass mother fuckers Bitch |
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