sink low Just for a cause you ought to know For it's true love, I can't forget All of my sorrow, you'll soon regret You promised me love that was true
Translation: Monroe, Bill. True Life Blues.
Now she stressin textin sendin all them emails Braggin to all her friends like girl you know what he sells How ya riding young never can tell Light skin top call it blue
the realest nigga on this label Mr. Black President, yeah Obama for real They gotta put ya face on the 5000 dollar bill My president is black, my Lambo's blue
em So, fuck how you feel, you fuckin' cheap thrill I hope you took the pill 'cause I won't pay the bill Gettin' pussy's just another expense If pussy pays the bills
'Cause if you don't like them you must like men And homeboy that's where our serious problems begin Because to me women are God's true gift There's
Fo'sho, you hurt 'em with the new Prada's, true Check mines they royal blue, my shit's is baby blue They powder blue, yo' shit's is hotter You hotter
Do tour, come home, do a flick for four mill' What the hardcore heads on the block would call ill? Never catch me at the ball out spot with small bills
Pick up 50 bags and then I smoke all the extras It's the truth, like funk 180 proof Don't drop your draws, I'll fuck through your daisy dukes (True)
get, you can't take her 'Cos the game is fool-proof Bet'cha momma say I'm tellin' ya true So won't you pay the man Hundred dollar bills all in my hand
Everybody know the hop got you moving slow Pinocchio says ignore my nose, you can trust him I saw Bill in the back of Capitol Hill with Lil' Miss Muffin Little Boys in Blue
I'm fed up With rhymes and words that's weak that's wack, absurd Pollutin' the airwaves, too often heard I come through with the rhymes, so true blue
on the Low with some bad ass bitches All loc'd out all dressed in blue To the head to the fed and the you know who Behind ten getting bent in my blue
Yeah, time to educate the youth (Speak on it God) 'Cause if we won't, then who will? (True) Terror Squad style, yo (Speak on it God) Yo, I was a wild
friends just died, I couldn't cry A damn shame, when will we ever change And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brain Arguments with my Boo is true
Florida, Arkansas How you do that there [Young Bleed] Nigga say who that, heard they want do that Run up if you will get yo ass whipped blue black My
yucons sit them niggers down, we stretch them out ... bullets in their big ass heads, ... neutrons ...on my loose sleeves, ... senator ... money and blue ... don't bomb on my true
these issues, I bless you I'm not here to diss you, the issue is relevent This cold world'll make you kill a nigga Especially one that's 'bout a dollar bill
