My bitch bad, looking like a bag of money
Neither you, or you, know shit about me,
Death, neither sorrow, nor crying, neither shall there be anymore pain: for the
Troublesome niggahahaha, troublesome 19-motherfuckin'-96let it be known nigga
To tell you about education and rapping, you have neither
I used to fiend for your sister, but never went up in her
Your crew won't back you up neither will your thin vest
Full of paranoid drug dealers, to the end my friend
Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that
If i went ops then evil wins this war neither killing more blood sheds a flow at
All my peers doing years beyond drug dealinghow many caskets can we witness
She aint an object but neither is money and ill have that free based love
Love em both equally, but neither had a sequel with me
That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free
The best journeyacres of land and swimming pools and all that
Wish i could be the daddy that neither one of us had
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