not the kind of girl who will play around Well, I'm not the kind of guy who will let you down So you're not that kind of guy So you're not that kind
where they made the word playa hater Where they shoot instead of squabblin' like hockey playas [Verse 1:] Ugh, I still got a mirror in my pocket, The kind
moves I make Legal with my ideals and choices that I choose to chose to take Beeatch! (beotch) Be kinda careful what'chu say Be kinda-be kinda-be kinda careful what'chu say
, I kinda hardly to let the palm trees mislead Can I hear what that tough guy had activity will bleed'cha Every time I look around I hear the streets
he knows you She knows what you're like just by looking at you Am I not what you hope to be? Your standard is not reserved for me Are you not what I hope
me Holiday Yeah yeah They will hear us through these walls (they will hear us through these walls) If we make any kind of noise (If we make any kind
you bring the world hoods to a seminar We from the only place worse then Kandahar Well, that's kinda hard But we still like to party and hardy hard Something good happens we say
game, you lag, you lose See, we serve our bass raw, straight up and not false This is the kind you dance to, and not on 8-Ball Plenty of bass, the beat
rhyme like an artist, such as DaVinci Like the Mona Lisa, I'm a sight to see This is not a tale and I'm not a character Just a kind of MC who loves to
me but I smacked him back, My first words were "thug for life" and "Papa pass the Mac." I'm bustin' on these motha fuckas ballin' Listen you can hear
G' Bitch don't wanna die then don't fuck with me It's kinda hard to be optimistic When your homies lying dead on the pavement twisted Y'all don't hear
God can judge me [synth voice] Only God can judge me now [heart monitor: long beep] Flatline! [Verse Two: 2Pac] I hear the doctor standing over me [heart
and die for the sins of the world My daddy would That's a love like no other Not my father not my mother not my sister not my brother nope not at all
lot of fish in the sea.. ..not for me You're somethin' of a different kind The rest evaporate, but you stay in my mind There is a stone wall Around your heart
Wanna Ride With Tha King Of New York maybe get your money up choose a pimp and we can talk maybe. They say the games to be sold not told. I sprinkle a
fill 6 notebooks I been spittin that shit ever since coke crushed You can hear me on your T.V. and radio at the same time I never ever say the same rhyme
run, call the cops They say no, niggas know how I be on it That shit you got, put my pistol to you I want it Its not a game, perfect ai,m you feel the
in my prime If I'm not the best just give me some time and I'll change your mind Niggas like me hard to find Genuine I'm the only of my kind young black
