go and kiss they cousin yes, they kissing cousins, Toya’s kissin’ Muffin worse then that, they go home and kiss they husband that shit’s disgusting -c
obama said “chill, you gonna get me impeached”
but you don’t need this shit anyway
chill with me on the beach
I don’t give a fuck what you say about me
broke nigga two cents don’t matter
I can feel the changes.
I can feel the new people around me just want to be famous.
You can see that my city found me then put me on stages.
To me that’s amazing.
To you that’s a quick check, with all disrespect let me say this..
bitch, don’t kill my vibe
Pyrex on the platter like hot sex
But my tribe don’t quest like love
Came in this bitch, with a mask and a glove
And a team of lawyers to run the train on the judge
Does your mama know you see me, does she know you’re freaky?
Does she ever wonder if it’s ‘bout ya I am speaking?
Do you ever ponder where I’m at when you get sleepy?
How the hell I’m gonna tell the youth don’t be me?
Does your daddy think you perfect, does he know for certain?
Does he know how you act when you pull back all them curtains?
Do he think I’m 2Pac cause I’m black and put the words in?
Does he know his daughter might have caught a real merman?
—Bitches and Sister (Bonus Trac
Sisters get respect, bitches get what they deserve Sisters work hard, bitches work your nerves Sisters hold you down, bitches hold you up Sisters help you progress, bitches will slow you up Sisters cook up a meal, play their role with the kids Bitches in street with their nose in your biz Sisters tell the truth, bitches tell lies Sisters drive cars, bitches wanna ride Sisters give-up the ass, bitches give-up the ass Sisters do it slow, bitches do it fast Sisters do their dirt outside of where they live Bitches have niggers all up in your crib Sisters tell you quick "you better check your homie" Bitches don't give a fuck, they wanna check for your homie Sisters love Jay cuz they know how 'Hov is
I love my sisters, I don't love no bitch.
Did Moses not part the water with the cane?
Did strippers not make an arc when I made it rain?
Did Yeezy not get signed by Hov and Dame?
And ran to Jacob and made the new Jesus chains?
In Jesus name, let the choir say
“I’m on fire, ay,” that’s what Richard Pryor say
And we annihilate anybody that violate
Ask any dope boy you know, they admire ‘Ye.
—SUCCESS TO ME
“Success to me is getting rich with your best friends”