Tuesday Over Monday Songtext

and hit up

they comin' up out wit' them handcuffs

(woop woop)

that's the fuckin' sound and I stand up

I hit the alleyway

like I was hittin' 'licks' to pay rent

my shadow's down the road

and I aint' even hit the pavement

there goes my stash...

there goes the switch blade...
there goes the the envelope of cash that I just made

damn, man

*There's gotta be a better way*

but that line you say

aint' payin' the bills on time come this here saturday

so I hit these fuckin' streets...

I smoke bud,

fuck fine ass women,

and make the illest beats

yea say it...

say it louder

'cause I'm about to show you

what 'I' do w/ gunpowder

you fuckin' with a man,

that's been fucked with his whole life

yea-

I'll run up in your crib,

ruin yo' whole- night

hold- tight...

here- I...come

lights- out...

fuck it....done

one less bitch I never worried about

fuckin' with a city boy in the south?



GO ON AND SAY WHAT YOU WANT

WHAT YOU WILL ABOUT ME

'CAUSE THERE'S NO SUCH THING

AS BAD PUBLICITY

IF YOU SAY MY NAME, I WON

SO SAY IT LOUDER

SAY IT 30 FUCKIN' TIMES, MORE

BEFORE, YOU HIT THAT FUCKIN' DOOR



...'cause, I'm about 2 miles

from your state line

and I aint tryin' to leave there

with no hate crime

I try to put behind...

the shit you took from mine

the shit inside my mind

I'm blind about to dull yo' shine

chrome chrome chrome

awww look, it's spinnin'

but my chrome chrome chrome

just made for spittin'

you'll be wishin once this paragraph is written

that I'll explode

FUCK YOU HATERS

time to expose

(take this down)

*anyone that hates on me...

their faces go...

on a backdrop on stage

at all of my shows

so everybody knows

what a bitch looks like...

what a hater really is you see

(lyrics reversed)

I like the sound of that...

like I like, yo' momma

I'm talkin shit again,

but hey, at least it aint' no drama

I let my thoughts go...

every now and then

I got a thing against you fuckers,

picking up them pens

and lying to my friends,

and to my family

and every kid

that sits and watches you on MTV

I'll tell you now,

as soon as I'm known in this industry

I'm-a make you fuckin' wish

you never been the way you been to me.





GO ON AND SAY WHAT YOU WANT

WHAT YOU WILL ABOUT ME

'CAUSE THERE'S NO SUCH THING

AS BAD PUBLICITY

IF YOU SAY MY NAME, I WON

SO SAY IT LOUDER

SAY IT 30 FUCKIN' TIMES, MORE

BEFORE, YOU HIT THAT FUCKIN' DOOR





I'm here

you're there

I'm thinking about you

fuck you too

I'm here

I never never NEVER did doubt you

and I LOVE YOU TOO

I'm here

you're there

this song is about you

I KNOW YOU

you'll swear, up and down

this song's not about you

won't you?

that's the truth.