Misery Needs Company
Album: Don Cartagena
Release Date: 7/14/98
Label: Big Beat Records (hip hop/dance)
Explicit version of "Misery Needs Company" lyrics
Yo
Three's for all the M-3's racin' across the Tapenze
Matchin' C's followed by the white Lincoln drivin' like I ain't thinkin'
Wit my hats and lights blinkin'
On the way to home base
First clown in my face is gettin' thrown out the place
We rush s***
Sets with stone arms just to muscle you
That had a bad case of Joe
Gangsta walk and nines
We laugh and joke
My A done make the worst things out the cast of Different Strokes
I'm addicted to street life
Many criticize but yo we all go to eat right?
And who's to say that I'm to blame
Decision
I don't want no cure for this
You switch
And just
While I count my chips
Yo
Crab slackers
Even wit a record deal
Break a piece of your brain
Throw the Range off
Watch for Hondo
The funds follow us
And you wonder why you can't find us
I
Made a million scared
For what seemed like a million years
This illegal life I can't avoid
That's why I'm paranoid
I got the flawless Acs wit gats to get that enormous stack
Joey Crack
And all our hoes dine and ride in the back seat of my Cadillac
I bet you hate it 'cuz we paid and floss
T
Break your balls like Bahondo
Coke slash sweaty rock
Booked the nine o'clock
So-called killers turned snitches like Rivono
That nigga Gauno up in M-C
Every time I see his wife and kids the s*** tempts me
My heart is empty
Never feelin' remorse
I got a sniper one killed in the cross
Ready to kill your boss
Yo
Crab slackers
Even wit a record deal
Break a piece of your brain
Throw the Range off
Watch for Hondo
The funds follow us
And you wonder why you can't find us
Yo
Look in the skies
Like whoever sittin' on pies two
Mad fly too
Yo we praise those
Keep the s*** tight just like
Batting stance
'Cuz thug niggas don't dance yo
I told niggas
But niggas thought you was ill yo
Even your hoe
Your colors got revealed and now you buy dough
Impost-o's
My niggas rollin' those
You know how that goes
We stay smokin' it
Yo
Crab slackers
Even wit a record deal
Break a piece of your brain
Throw the Range off
Watch for Hondo
The funds follow us
And you wonder why you can't find us
Ha ha
Stain off
Polic-iano's
Fat Joe
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