| Look I can give a fuck about opinions, like 'em or love 'em
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| I never change up, if you don’t like 'em then fuck 'em
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| Cause I was brought up sayin' sticks and stones
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| Only let you know about whoever’s doin' the throwin'
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| Dudes is far from what they pretend to be though
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| I done fired a few shots and got plenty of gold
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| Nah, if it ain’t love, let’s begin to be foes
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| Cause now my minds kind of off, I’m like Emily Rose
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| When I seen my first man get murdered
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| I took a little strike from the game like a Transit worker
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| Won’t keep pushin' cats to get paid
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| And be a grown ass man with no acalade’s
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| And know the truth hurts I can’t fabricate
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| So nothings made up, just the facts I say
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| My son 'bout to have a brother
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| It’s a different father, same mother, if it ain’t one thing it’s another
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| Sometimes this rap thing seems so easy
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| Til you home lookin' at that TV
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| Pissed you havin' a fit, changin' it FUCK MTV
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| Cause you starin' at them, thinkin' that should BE ME
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| The game and myself is like Jessica and Nick, 'bout to leave
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| The folks thought we’d never ever split
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| Try to work through it all that we done for eachother
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| Both talented but one is too dumb for the other
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| Let it go to its boiling point
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| Til it felt like one long episode of Boiling Points
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| But all I gots this mic and this booth while I’m in it
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| I figure might aswell tell the truth while I’m in it
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| Latifa said enjoy my youth while I’m in it
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| I told her I do but the proofs still tinted
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| I’m like an old man when no friends or family
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| Tryin' to cleanse whatever’s left of his 'sanity
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| It’s no happy dude here
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| I’m mad at the world while I’m wishing y’all Happy New Year
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| It’s only fair somebody had one
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| New Year’s for me always be like my last one
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| New year, same girl, she the same soldier
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| Think it’s all good, probably cause I told her
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| But I got some resentment, shit that I ain’t over
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| I don’t trust baby girl far as I can throw her
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| Rightfully or wrongly she’s gettin' quick sized
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| I’m on the horn askin' chicks for their tit-size
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| Face smilin' and there’s tears in the kid’s eyes
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| Hidin' it from hoes, by talkin' about my dick size
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| In the hood with the best of 'em
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| I’m still hood, just not hood like the rest of 'em
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| Where’s the answer
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| Don’t ask for a cig', I’m so self-centered I won’t even share this cancer
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| Look to the sky
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| Talk to an invisible man and hope one day my prayers get answered
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| This shit gets hard with every pull from this cig' or cigar
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| More like what every lick from the gutiar
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| GOD! |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song 40 Licks , by - Joe Budden. Song from the album Mood Muzik Vol. 2, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп