They call me Ben, here in the pen, where ya takes the guff & ya suffer. But I'll be free when II'm 53, and I'll bet I'll be a whole lot tougher. I bet I'll be a whole lot tougher...
She's on a bar hoppin spree back in Sault Ste. Marie,. Because of me she's now fallen star.. She could have been true, but I left her in the Soo,. & I travelled north upon the ACR.
Now who that is talkin' that about the tics?. Somebody probably jealous 'cuz they got hit. But ain't nobody else droppin' hits like this. Should we apologize? Naw never, just leave 'em.
And the game's on the line we don't want to be behind. With 2 minutes 40 seconds to go. And it's startin' to decline, I'm steady losin' my mind. So I take a look around at the coach.
I am the king of the city, top down windows, I'm puffin' like Diddy. Ridin' 'cause the haters face mad, team gritty. Honk your horn twice if your missies lookin' pretty.
I write you a letter to purge my angry soul. But the fury, it grows deeper than the skin upon my bones. New voices ring, as I breathe anew. But I stumble back in time.
Yeah, yeah, check, check. See I ain't about playin', Leezy 'bout cash in advance. Cash in on the casual, actual, factual plan. Makin' a killin' man, went from that to makin' a livin'.
I was running down the highway. Trying to make a living. Nothing but trouble coming my way. And I have nothing left for giving. The radio is playing all the same old songs.
They're stupid. . I said you don't wanna roll where I could go. Hard times, Hennessey an' Optimos. Twenty inches on the car, gotta lock the doors. 'Cause these groupies an' these haters are scandalous.
The sun is rising on a clear November morning. And I feel inspired by the world that's thrown before me. There's a new beginning in a quiet lakefront town.
Check, check, check, yo, we here M-I-S-S-O-U-R-I. For sure, we gon' hold that down for St. Louis no doubt. My nigga Kyjuan gon' kick this shit out right here.
Real niggas ride wit' us. You haters gotta ride the bus. Smoke till when my brain gon' bust. Bank account so plush, the fed's on us. . Real niggas ride wit' us.
St. Lunatics and we here now, we never give up. Swallowin Cris' 'til we spit up, put your shit up cause now. We navigatin, wood grain, hood slang, collaboratin.
It's a Midwest thang y'all. And ain't got a clue. (Ain't got a clue). Why my cutlass blue. And I got them thangs on that motherfucker too. It's a Midwest swang y'all.
Ooh, I loved you so. (You know I loved you right). But why I loved you, I'll never know. (I never, I never knew girl, you see). Ooh, the pain you put me through.
Well I can't think quite what to say. And I don't know the reasons why. I have seen you a thousand times. But still I can't think what to say. . [Instrumental Chorus].
Oh, baby girl like to shake a lot more and. Drop it like over her baby girl, uh. . Let me in now, there it go. I love it when you make your knees. Touch your elbows, boom boom.
You came to the appointment, a little tiny space. Candles lit, and burning incense. We chilled on the futon smoking ganja 'til dawn. Hmm, me and you, I'm feelin' the vibes, baby it's on.
If you like big thangs, put your hands high as you can. Get your shit man, make no difference from where you came. I ain't ballin' out here, no, I ain't playin' no games.
(Nelly). I got a whole heard of cows ta die for my 6'. Hockey players pagin' me to practice on my wrist. 20 inch Aqua treads so my whip don't slip. Pullin' up bringin joy (Joi) like my nigga Big Gipp.