Teksty:
Just Another Label

And I don't feel offended everyone can say their piece I just really hate pretending so all you get is me that's classy The radio's playing my song and I got a record label

it's all about progression Loiterers should be arrested I used to drink Cristal, them fuckers racist So I switched gold bottles on to that Spade shit You gonna have another drink or you just

I don't know how he treat you, how they do it where you at But all I'm tryin' to say is you should know me like that I'm just sayin' (It's the R&B Killer) I'm just

had with another man I gotta face. Started off on thin ice, I'm still here but I can't skate. Slow sink, cant breathe, no remorse, don't think. Listen to your friend, get another

'm 'bout to punch ya to the ground, ya trick It's a trap, fuck my last CD, that shit's in my trash I be god damned if another rapper gets in my ass I

my thoughts, take me a breath. God bless my homie [insert name], he took one in the chest. And yes, but he still here to rap a song, just another day

your askin' I'm just that muthafuckin son of an assassin [Krayzie] Ever since I was seven I've been a troubled-ass nigga Used to sneak my father's guns just

She wanna make it so she'll sleep with him, late night creep with him He'll tell her he can make her famous if she did him Suck him, lick him, another

a song If you that hungry for fame, motherfucker, c'mon Say when take ten paces and spin But on another note, 'bout to take another vaca' On another