fregit, you can't fix it, I spit multiple mulites continuous like numerical digits, All your war songs, I done lived it, Don't forget this, when times
you hate the sound But we don't give a fuck if you don't give a fuck We don't give a fuck, you gotta lotta love It doesn't matter what the neighbors
it mean? Half man, half machine What does it mean? What does it mean? Being a robot in my digital domain Enter my world, feel my pain I'm not like
I'm on five hour energy, Nuvo and Hennessy so what you wanna do little baby now all my ladies in the house say hoe and all my hoes in the house say lady [T-Pain
laws and limitations Lost in this ghetto population I'm just another face that's facing All types of like stereotypes and hatred But I ain't going to
JEB: I DON?T KNOW! JEB TAKES HIS MUSTACHE OFF. JEB: WHEN WILL SHE BE BACK? JEB PUTS HIS MUSTACHE ON. JEB: I DON?T KNOW! JEB TAKES HIS MUSTACHE OFF. JEB
bar stay away from me Don't ask for a smoke or to make some change I don't care about your kid or your menstrual pains You can call me rude but I like
[Chorus: (Superb)] If you don't stand for this life you fall for anything I stand for Cream Team, see we plan our dreams shit ain't a game, we don't
s down to gators The whole configuration stackin paper Yo we do this, on the low though If so, we runnin John dolo First thing, you need if you don't
's real out here Staten Island puttin' chills in y'all niggaz Forever in it, yo My devastatin' hot '97 Mentality Keep me on point for my four digit salary
what you did, it wouldn't been half as bad But you did it in spite and that just isn't right You took my man and didn't mean it But you did it to hurt
, I can't understand it Infatuation with the birds, I watch Animal Planet My life's a motion picture in Dolby Digital Tree raiser an' the scale, it was digital
I'm not All these perfectly fake people Push us to insane ideals They're nothing more than counterfeit images That push me away To bleed out the pain Don't
skill that comes through me, is from bangin' on hell freeze by cool-c. Ya'll don't move me, ya'll at war with the veteran, with a digital trigger finger
relax while you stress, try to follow the rest Never the less, I finesse, teach moves like it's my last speech My thoughts on the future, cause it don't
then what you people call music I'm part of this Dip Set confusing Tecs we moving, catch up, y'all losing Y'all ain't big enough to be at the table, nope Y'all ain't
over the river climbing up the hill like a digital reproduction a frequency that kills women weep, dogs faint, the police beg but she won't stop that
't play no games, 'cause boy we be bout killin' you ain't got shit to die for you shouldn't be livin' get rid the fuckin' smirk ain't a damn thing funny
