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When we say plus, People get nervous I came to notice, love is bogus Had to pull a rabbit out my hat Just to get a hoe to holla back Loyalty come with a price, Sometimes that price is some ice (ICE!) Sometimes it's a new handbag, some people want cold hard cash I gotta stay to myself, that shit not good for my health I tried to get with the times, but then I just fucked up my mind It's funny how weird people are, it's weird how funny people be They gave me their ass to kiss, But when I came up they showed teeth That shit befuddles me, it make me laugh a little bit Please don't look for me, you will not find me when I'm up The way Imma change face on you fake niggaz, you gon' think a nigga got a face lift Cuz I got a shitlist full of fake niggaz, fake family and wack bitches. I'm feeling great (Yah!) Bitch don't wait You better get it while I'm low And you better ride on all four Bitch I'm the man, and I got a plan You better get it while it's hot Don't wait till i pull up in drop tops Shoot yo' shot, don't wait till I'm hot I'm giving out final notices Imma be curvin' on the reg Shoot yo' shot, don't wait till I'm hot I'm giving out final notices Imma be curvin' on the reg Ring, Ring went my celly when I came up on some M's Now I'm out here duckin' so called family and friends Changed my jack, changed my number, changed my address But some how they still found me sometimes I wish I could disappear Niggaz was ghost, it felt like I was haunted I could've fell off the face of the earth and nobody would've knew where I went They said I'm fake, I gotta set the record straight I gotta put these niggaz in their place This is my medicine they gon taste yah I got a heart full of rage, it won't even help if I burn sage, I done tried every single thang yah Just gimme the racks and get out my face I do not fuck with none these fake niggaz and these fake hoes running game oh no I'm feeling great (Yah!) Bitch don't wait You better get it while I'm low And you better ride on all four Bitch I'm the man, and I got a plan You better get it while it's hot Don't wait till i pull up in drop tops Shoot yo' shot, don't wait till I'm hot I'm giving out final notices Imma be curvin' on the reg Shoot yo' shot, don't wait till I'm hot I'm giving out final notices Imma be curvin' on the reg I got a heart full of rage, it won't even help if I burn sage, I done tried every single thang yah
Writer(s): James Brown, Charles Bobbitt, Fred Wesley Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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