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The Music You Might As Well Try To Fuck Me

You might as well try to fuck me You might as well try to fuck me You might as well try to fuck me You might as well try to fuck me You might as well

You might as well try to fuck me You might as well try to fuck me You might as well try to fuck me You might as well try to fuck me You might as well

you (What ya gonna do) Now what cha gonna do? when my niggas come for you (What ya gonna do) [Verse 3: Tupac] Watch me clown Give me loving when

Class warfare up and down the hallways And if you ain't popular Nobody talks to ya, unless they mocking ya Not even bus driver or the hall monitor I might as well

Let me show you how the fire work over here son You gon' wear that watch, you might as well wear a gun When you come around real gangsters, you don't

see you Nigga you transparent, see through rhymes, fully automated You semi-crime related, Cormega and Mobb Deep rhyme amazin' Thug shit you can't fuck with, what [Havoc] Fuck

niggas always crossing over, huh?) (I mean, what's the matter?) (They can accept our music as long as they can't see our faces?) (One, Two, One Two; You

time pass over me and make me aware is it true? if you were here i'd ask you the sky is blue. if you were here i'd ask you I suck your kisses down I

fuck you in this for? I see you chasin hoes, and all your fancy clothes you say you hate the music, then why you at the show? What all that yappin' mean