| Lyric | Song |
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| like uranium the only difference is I transmit sound | |
| my momma smoked so goddamn much when she was pregnant I'm surprised I ain't retarded | |
| but will I be the G that I was?! | |
| bulletproof glass tints if I want some ass | |
| I got the gauge, the uzi and my motherf*ckin .22 | |
| it was dark as f*ck on the streets, my hands were all bloody from punching on the concrete | |
| life ain't a track meet, it's a marathon | |
| from bricks to billboards, from grams to Grammys | |
| | Lyric | Song |
|---|
| you don't like how i'm livin, well f*ck you! | |
| my style is kinda phat reminiscent of a whale | |
| don't say my car's topless, say the titties is out | |
| is it my charm? i got the hookers eatin out my palm | |
| so what's the difference between us? we can start at the penis, or we can scream 'i just don't give a f*ck' and see who means it | |
| I once contemplated suicide, and woulda tried, but when I held that nine all I could see was my momma's eyes | |
| I grew up on the crime side, the New York Times side | |
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