Yeah, that ain't you love, you can't fool love
Put on the black market, skin sold as garments.
You try to call the cops a new snitches on the market.
And i ride for any nigga who believe in the shit
And put together a million march for some gangsta shit
Until he sell his own cd's at the market
Carcasses in carpet and drag em off to the market and sell em for charges
The irony in that is that i ain't even that, but you put it those pages
Not only from the rap game, i'm including the planet
We gotta set our own market, and enforce it
Because its a growing job market and i like computers
When you making a difference it's gone be haters
Drops there jaw in aw!like a stock marketer watching the stock market fall
And u know my number just give it a call if u wana brawl
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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