IRC-Galleria

See, it ain't easy bein' me
Life as a celebrity is less than heavily
I got these fakes and these back-stabbers chasin' me around
And it's always drama
Whevever I wanna get around
Mama told me
Long before I ever came up
Gotta be true, to watchya' do
And keep ya' game up
'Cause things change
And jealousy becomes a factor
Best friends at your wifes house tryin' to MACK HER!
I'm on tour
But still they keep on knockin' at my door
And I got no time to worry
I'm steady wantin' more
Every day is a test, yes
I try hard
But I'm strugg-a-lin' with every breath
I pray to God that the woman that I left at home
All alone
Ain't nothin' like tryin' to bone
Over the phone
In my mind
I can see her naked
I can't take it
Got me shakin' at the thought that we can make it
I thought you knew.

I like my seat down low and my windows lightly cracked
Ridin wit a bad hoe and her girlfriend in the back
I like to get real high and neva look back
And u don't wanna try me don't I look strapped

I come from the hardest city ain't nobody fuckin wit it
Got a black and gold sole and a fresh New Orleans fitte,
A collared polo and a pair of bally bucks
Young money muthafucka know ya worried bout us
Cash money muthafucka
C.M.R. I trust
Neva had my jaw broken but its jaw i bust
and i probably got ya girlfriend on my bus
What happens on my bus stays on my bus
And that white widow weed out the jar is a must
If u gimme a cigar than a cigar i bust
Put that white widow weed in the cigar and puff
Look ma im tryin to make a porno starrin us
Well not just us a couple foreign sluts
We could make the summer manal n trallin ya'll
And i be wit jim jones and we be ballin ballin
Yea Baby we ballin like rawlins and spaldins
Pint of dj screw and that hawiian
I am leannin like a three Legged lion climbin
Right to the top of the muthafuckin mountain countin
I'm gonna need an accountant to count it,
Manny got this fuckin beat poundin
It's poundin but it was just lost until i found it, found it
Stole it like a scoundrel holly grove hounded put
This bitch to sleep fu*kin rite i nite gowned it
Niggas talking cheap tell them niggas pipe down bitch
Bloods in the building and every body soundless
Beatin up the track like a muthafuckin round fist
Blind, deaf or crazy ima spit like a long kiss
I am just a martian ain't nobody else on this
Planet i know see i live by my only
Where my cheese nigga where my macaroni
Baby i get up In that ass and act a donkey
Candy on candy nigga
Gripin the grain see i am the only fire that can
Live in the rain i am so so New Orleans
Like 1825 Tulane

I see no changes wake up in the morning and I ask myself
is life worth living should I blast myself?
I'm tired of bein' poor and even worse I'm different an the others
my stomach hurts so I'm lookin' for a purse to snatch
Cops give a damn about a negro
pull the trigger kill a nigga he's a hero
Give crack to the kids who the hell cares
one less ugly mouth on the welfare
First ship 'em dope & let 'em deal the brothers
give 'em guns step back watch 'em kill each other
It's time to fight back that's what Huey said
2 shots in the dark now Huey's dead
I got love for my brother but we can never go nowhere
unless we share with each other
We gotta start makin' changes
learn to see me as a brother instead of 2 distant strangers
and that's how it's supposed to be
How can the Devil take a brother if he's close to me?
I'd love to go back to when we played as kids
but things changed, and that's the way it is