around here and don't care about court You take a pack and bring it back, don't come up short 'Cause any day can be your day, so don't play Yay got
Hey yo this chronic got me to', I try to shake it and break it Thinkin it won't go, I went to see the doctor X-rays it won't show, I even wrapped myself
get me Big faces when they fold out, is you wit me? Don't make me pull that fo-fo out I keep it closer when the dough out Then I slide up in the Escalade Me
when you see me When Kyjuan comin', the spray, yo it ain't graffiti No, I don't eat bullets but I'll feed the needy Throwup a L but I won't smoke a L
Now everybody's equal just don't measure it Well, Hanson did it to Hester And Mark David did it to John And maybe Jack did it to Marilyn But he did it
you mattered Crazy we don't realize what we have until after. We no longer have it Don't you ever leave! Don't you ever go away! (Don't you leave, don't
lot to keep my mind steady You niggas ain't ready for what I be bringin' And ain't none of my crimes petty So nigga don't test me On the westsides I
But what we don't see is What's going on behind the closed doors You don't seem to care Do you expect me to believe you? How can you really think? But
swear imma kill the nigga that try to take it from me. Yeah Thats real talk, nigga! It's J.Cole, nigga, Therapist, Whatever fuck you wanna call me, don't matter
about to Blow Up! [Verse 1] Now don't it sound legendary, Live enough to resurrect the dead and buried, This for niggas who ain't satisfied with secondary, This for my sisters who ain't
shit I ain't tryna talk, if it ain't money what's the purpose? If it don't make dollars and cents, it ain't worth it bitch Alotta clowns in this rap game
little boys invite me to spaz I'm right on your ass I Mike-Jackson-it My bitch Nina Ross constantly lookin' for pussy You don't push me that pistol is
jack It might get ya dog shot, even a cat smacked Anyway though, styles don't apply to me Jeff Goldblum couldn't be more fly to me Shorty say right
[Z-Ro] It's like tears doesn't matter to you, it's like you laughed at my pain Put me in a position to pick up a pistol, and I'll blast in the game
don't give a damn man i just saw your woman huggin and kissin another man i don't dive a damn kuz god got me and if you don't know you better ask somebody
TO MANY NIGGAS HAVE BEEN CRUSHED TO LET UR BITCH ASS COME TRY ME! GOT SMART GAME GOT GUN PLAY U BE SCREAMING WAMMY!! TO CLOSE DON?T GET BY ME UR
back in the hood My father, he got sick, my mother couldn?t take it She called me the night he died, said he ain't make it All hysterical, phone dropped