Music is money, money isn't music
He screamed "thug life" and emptied the clip
Bun b, i’m underground king
But im sick of the fighting
I went to school with the white boys
I'm sick of the questions, sick of the choice,
It's the perfect plan
The greatest thoughts of man,
Or, biggie smalls, the master of flow and the big poppa of east coast//
But i did have miss medusa, she loud and she leave me stoned
To legitimize the prize money
Now i know a lotta styles, some see
People are getting sick and tired of just hearing me sick it,
Straight up fuck all y’all nigga's talking about that nigga changed shit
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