Last thing I'm tryna be is the good guy now I ain't never gave a fuck, why should I now Like the World's interrupting my song, with an interlude can't
waiting Because that's how we wrote it (Yummy!) And now the label has to pay for the video (yay!) And pay for everything that we say (no matter what!) For
for the job, so I told her to ride, c'mon May I ask you what you headed To the West for? I got a partner, got a plan for some dough And if you're down
Simply, knowing you exist Ain't good enough for me But asking for your telephone number Seems highly inappropriate Seeing as I can't, you don't say hi
Simply, knowing you exist Ain?t good enough for me But asking, for your telephone number Seems highly inappropriate Seen as I cant even say hi, when you
can What are we angry for? We all need a common cure That common goal for which you strive To have more than the other guy The quest for the truth, the quest for
s on me And when the wars on the other side, me and my brother ride I don't rap for the plaques my contracts signed just for scraps To get you wack ****
right blasphemous Listen to shit now 'cause I won't stand for this And Chirs-stiff-pher Reeves won't sit for this neither And let's clear this up too
wear a pager On my waist just in case I have to go some place Somewhere can't bear to be late, 'cause the race is on For all with the ruff neck song
they say you get what you ask for, so get it 'cause you asked for it if a nigga ain't a thief, then he better have the cash for it and we gonna be
Trust it's gon' bust you roll on us Know it's gon' blow for my dough Why would you try with that guy? Scene told you he keep it G We can bang like the
die) (They say you get what you ask for) So get it 'cause you asked for it (If a nigga ain't a thief) then he better have the cash for it And we gonna
to you for a minute Say.. yeah, yea you - ay mayne, say you! Say!Say mayne!Say mayne! Say mayne let me rap to you for a minute Yeah I gotta holla
you adore? Used to stay up all night just bumpin' and grindin' Makin' plans for the future, how to hustle my rhyme in Used to drive 'cross state for
to be Crazily paid or G, what a fuckin' way to be Hot damn, I'm a man with a hand plan This smack that then attract the new game plan Eat your big beef
songs Do you like your job? I do Do you like your songs? I do Do you like your voice? I do Plans for the future? I don't know Since you were
for the job, so I told her to ride, c'mon May I ask you what you headed to the West for I got a partner, got a plan for some dough And if you're down
guy But crying never justified my lies , oh no And next time 'round will be the same They never understand that hurting them was never in my plans My
