you feed me ... but I survive on it , and it leaves me guilt fed, hatred fed, weakness fed.. and I feel ugly, and dead inside. Shit adds up at the bottom
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poison you feed me ... but I survive on it , and it leaves me guilt fed, hatred fed, weakness fed.. and I feel ugly, and dead inside. Shit adds up at the bottom
or they small That other nigga you be with ain't bout shit I'm your friend, your father, and confidant, BITCH (Chorus) (Verse 3) I told you fools before, I stay with the tools
em' (uh) I'm a get em [Verse:] I'm very instrumental, to any instrumental; you ain't on my level my nigga, even a little You at the bottom, not even
white Long jet maybach [Verse 1] Fresh New pearl on the diamond cluster More money and we shinin' like a ma'fucker Come from the bottom where we had
and we do it like bees. Whole things runnin, Bitches keep comin, Fast lane in the hood stuntin' every summer. Made it to the top, never see what's the bottom. Know about the bottom
Coupe, Maserati, plus I got your bitch all in the Range And y'all niggaz ain't gon' do shit, soon as your crew spit My tool spit, metal to your side,
m'a fusille (hen hen hen hen) Sape comme le keuf des Y.M.C.A ! A base de cuirs serres, a l'epoque banal, Et des bottes comme celles de Francis Lalanne
hit a hundred sacks Although that's a given I ain't even gotta mint chain Candy old school Put you nigga's in detention Slabbed nigga's deeped up Tool
tool and my hand Uptown real n-gga b-tch landed in the sand, Back home n-gga did it for the land For the grand with the money with the tool in my hand
And wake up the hood till they callin them cops, mayne [Chorus x2] [Ludacris Verse 3] Now im ready to ride and you can get them tools and you can
