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[Verse 1]
Look nigga I told y’all
Young don’t bend,don’t break,don’t budge, or fold dawg
And I done-done mo’ with less
One stove,one fork, nine O’s nigga tons of stress
When I’m against all odds is when at my best
It was me against the world, I stuck out my chest
Shit is real man a nigga got migraines
But I doubt tylenol will help me in my pain
I need some champagne and a bad bitch
So I can tell her about the times that I ain’t had shit
Slow down baby I’m on a bottle
Paid blood, sweat and tears for the Murciélago
And lord have mercy, I need to keep my soul clean
But don’t stop this party by any means
You tell them motherfuckers bring it on (Bring it on)
Now all my real niggas sing ya song (Yeah)

[Hook]
Some niggas said I won’t make it (make it)
And other niggas can’t take it (take it)
Shits real can’t fake it (Yeah)
You know they say life is only what you make it (Ha ha)
Cuz real nigga is getting money (Getting Money)
Real nigga is getting money (Getting Money)
Real nigga is getting money (Getting Money)

[Verse 2]
Why you think this industry hate me
Niggas can say what they say I ain’t lettin em play me
These Industry Niggas play ho games see me
I’m a street nigga dawg we play no games
I know you never heard it before maine
This rap shit damn near worse than the dope game
So far gone only god can save me
All the shit I been through maybe God is crazy
When all your homies dead or incarcerated
You gotta take your time to thank god you made it
Made it out the streets nigga must be smart
Say the nigga so cool he wear his shades in the dark
Got on my grind like there was nothing to loose
Then I stay down nigga till there was nothing to move
You tell them motherfuckers bring it on (Bring it on)
Now all my real niggas sing ya song (Yeah)

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
YallI know I got that dog in me
Yeahit ain’t secret no they got that hog in me
Yeah that’s right for both greedy and viscous
Ever had a taste of success its delicious
Eat whole plate no time to do the dishes
Too much at stake no time for the bitches
Cuz when you cased up They put on they make up
And go and fuck the same nigga that got you cased up
Fuck hoes, life’s a bitch nigga
Who you gone replace me with, these niggas(ha ha)
Y’all crazy never seems to amaze me
These niggas ain’t even themselves and I’m crazy(Yeah)
That’s right yall crazy If these niggas 30 a brick then I’m 80
You tell them motherfuckers bring it on (Bring it on)
Now all my real niggas sing ya song (Yeah)

[Hook]

I’m not in love
So don’t forget it
It’s just a silly phase I’m going through
And just because
I call you up
Don’t get me wrong, don’t think you’ve got it made
I’m not in love, no no, it’s because..

I like to see you
But then again
That doesn’t mean you mean that much to me
So if I call you
Don’t make a fuss
Don’t tell your friends about the two of us
I’m not in love, no no, it’s because..

I keep your picture
Upon the wall
It hides a nasty stain that’s lying there
So don’t you ask me
To give it back
I know you know it doesn’t mean that much to me
I’m not in love, no no, it’s because..

Ooh you’ll wait a long time for me
Ooh you’ll wait a long time
Ooh you’ll wait a long time for me
Ooh you’ll wait a long time

I’m not in love
So don’t forget it
It’s just a silly phase I’m going through
And just because I call you up
Don’t get me wrong, don’t think you’ve got it made
I’m not in love
I’m not in love

Teenage, had a race for the nighttime
Spent my cash on every high I could find
Wasted time in every school in L.A
Gettin’ loose, I didn’t care what the kids say

We’re white punks on dope
Mom and Dad moved to Hollywood
Hang myself when I get enough rope
Can’t clean up, though I know I should

White punks on dope, white punks on dope
White punks on dope, white punks on dope

Other dudes are living in the ghetto
But born in Pacific Heights
Don’t seem much betto

We’re white punks on dope
Mom and Dad live in Hollywood
Hang myself when I get enough rope
I can’t clean up, though I know I should

White punks on dope, white punks on dope
White punks on dope, white punks on dope

I go crazy cause my folks are so fuckin’ rich
Have to score when I get that rich white punk itch
Sounds real classy, living in a chateau
So lonely, all the other kids will never know

We’re white punks on dope
Mom and Dad live in Hollywood
Hang myself when I get enough rope
I can’t clean up, though I know I should

White punks on dope, white punks on dope
White punks on dope, white punks on dope
White punks on dope, white punks on dope

[Verse 1: MC Paul Barman]
Echo chamber. Let go danger
Steatopygia. They had no idea
I’m the nicest since Dionysius
The second well-paid, all of a sudden self-made
Rugged interdependence:
Lovers stand at the entrance, arms folded
Would it be blasphemy to ask you to shake that assphemy? Ayurvedic medicine, the flyer way to better skin
Five fingers divided can’t even high five
Five fingers together can keep them all alive
But Mr. Fisticuffs didn’t get dissed enough
We gotta listen to criticism– a slap on the wrist isn’t a bluff
There’s always room for humility
I got inhuman skills for you still to see
There’s perfect settings all around
Tightropes pulled together make for solid ground
Double up on math and gym to graduate sooner
I wish someone had told me that before I was a Junior

[Verse 2: Open Mike Eagle]
They should call it L’apostrophe
It’s the capital of apple sauce and white wine
I saw a light shine, it was a beacon from the Keystone Pipeline
So then I got lost or maybe dropped off
It’s all a haze in the days since it popped off
My soul waves from the graves of the Choctaw, they always call The old phase wanna run toward baseball
The new brains weren’t certain yesterday is gone cuz the time that we were slaves isn’t way off
I won’t play golf. I won’t pray to the sky and take days off
I won’t wait to decide
I won’t sway to the side like my uncle that died of AIDS from putting needles in his veins raw
I like to hang around people with the same flaws in a roller coaster made out of chainsaws
Busta was right ‘cause everything remained raw

[Verse 3: MC Paul Barman]
Hey ya, got you all in check like a small insect
A veteran in rhetoric can pass a strange law
“Declined to indict” reminds me I’m “white.”
Euphemism infuse a schism in truth and wisdom
“Decline to indict,” a new euphemism taken to filthy heights
Come Michael play in the milky night
How wrong can we say stuff and still be right?
Like “organic evaporated cane juice.”
Your brain boost is my main use
With each heartbeat repeated and fart meat excreted
I spark offense against the dark arts’ heat. Neat!
Hindsight’s a divine right
So stay untrue to yourself and think your forethought through
Acknowledge we’re all brainwashed and you’re not you

[Verse 1]
Mercy
Why you gotta show up lookin’ so good just to hurt me?
Why you wanna stop this whole damn world from turning?
Mercy
Why you hanging on so tight if this ain’t working?
Why you wanna stop this flame if it’s still burning?
Cause it’s still burning

[Chorus]
So if you’re gonna break my heart, just break it
And if you’re gonna take your shot, then take it
Take it
If you made up your mind, then make it
But make this fast
If you ever loved me
Have mercy

[Verse 2]
If you go out tonight and get drunk and lonely
Wind up home alone please don’t call me
And say you miss me, no

[Chorus]
So if you’re gonna break my heart, just break it
And if you’re gonna take your shot, then take it
Take it
If you made up your mind, then make it
But make this fast
If you ever loved me
Have mercy

[Bridge]
Woah
Oh have mercy

[Chorus]
If you’re gonna break my heart, just break it
If you’re gonna take your shot, take it
Take it
Oh if you’re gonna break my heart, just break it
And if you’re gonna take your shot, then take it
Take it
If you made up your mind, then make it
But make this fast
If you ever loved me
Mmmh if you ever loved me
Have mercy
Oh have mercy
Oh have mercy
Have mercy