put the diamonds down Them things come and they go it's bout the rhymein Now I'm seeing it clearer The season is nearer And still I must change I'm like a broken
I don't need no broke, broke boy tryna holla Get ya own, getting money Get ya own, getting money Get ya own, getting money I don't need no broke, broke
with the pots, yeah, I work the glass Hard on 'em, pimp, yeah, I work 'em task And when they came in, we unpacked 'em all Broke 'em all down and unwrapped
straight out the box with my soggy little shrimp, I was an eight year old girl before the doctor found my dick. (Jorma) We make too much money for this shit! Murder music
break the mold and not holding your breath Thought if I died for ya, that would be an honorable death So sincere my eyes begin to swell up in tear And it's clear my music
all the bullshit and antics and they sayin he aint got it ???to clear for wayne that?s a disadvantage Being broke is a foreign language to me like Spanish musically
come lame, type killin' in the game, music Raised by game where niggas ain't fazed by fame Come to the crib, get banged, they take your chain Stay in your lane, broke
fucked around and started smoking D Every rap I ever made was about this town I made 7 whole albums with no James Brown And even though I love his music
, like D-boys on the corner And I could send a bitch nigga, a Bengal like Ty Warner I'm standing on a soap box, preaching the gospel On how you should
but I had to stop Cause chaos broke cause Jeff was on the beatbox (I continued to rock while Jeff was on the beat box) Now cut it up, Jeff (Hip-hop
and me on the M I C A better combination there could never be So let's go back for old time's sake Yo Jeff, what, pump up the bass I like my music loud
yo want it there's a track put your rhymes on it This hunger inside of me is unexsplanuble Kris the struggle we in this box that we put into this Broken
I called you hung up You push * 69, you broke into a cold and hot sweat That's no address of mine, you reached some mortuary You're talkin to an empty box
'm still waiting Bout to break up and shake up shit 'cause it's frustratin [Playboy 7 Talking] Shit man I'm tired of bein so motherfuckin broke If I wasn't so broke
she can crash here Yeah, I'm counting people like the cashier Living like I'm limited, grieving like it's my last year My boy in and out the box, super
't broke, we papered up He ain't going nowhere, the boy too nice He done it again and got rich twice Keep a thump on top We ain't broke, we papered up
