alright) if you leavin just go on and leave (if you gonna leave then leave baby) aint gotta worry what happens to me if you leaving just go on leave (if your leaving
got a gallon in the gas tank But I'm almost at the finish line, so I can't stop now I don't really know where I'm headed, just enjoyin' the ride Just
Tough In The Middle Of Snow Storms His Only Worked In The Summer To Block Tones Umbrella Like The Magic School Bus Ii Put Alot Inside It And Just In Case
I guess you could call me David Ruffin I'm circled in the Temptations Or maybe I'm angry, maybe I just need a little more patience Or maybe I'm crazy, maybe I just
s nice I live in hotels Tear out the walls I have accountants Pay for it all They say I'm crazy but I have a good time I'm just looking for clues
in your crib, and put your brains on your Barkley posters Got no time to be boxing around I got the ox and the pound I'll leave you in the box in the
on sprewell's I'm a hustler, you just a middle man to me The way I pass the rock could make Jason Kidd a fan of me Just cop one joint, I'm a one point
me brain My pimp game's the same don't forget the name And when chicks peep the chain they just can't restrain Shorty don't try to fake it, just up and
F-A-B-O, L-O-U-S I don't understand how niggaz insist to knows bout How we spend car money to glist our rollz out Play bars and buy the Cris and Moes out Flash benjies just
way to get you robbed Run in ya crib and duck tape you and ya broad And don't leave prints so jakes never get the case resolved So I play against the
Bitches on my line, this a probate H2O flow and I don't hold gate, this is no trial, this a closed case thats why my mans flippin birds like a road rager
Shorty's mind right so she study Aristotle Leonardo DaVinci, you's a perfect Picasso Shorty what you say? I'm looking for a plus size model Leaving this
so hard I can see straight through to yo soul. Ain't no tellin' when somebody tryin' to get me for my riches, I used to leave em in stitches, Now I leave
(feat. Lil' O) I can't leave drank alone it got me feeling (feeling feeling good feeling like a boss cause I'm creeping... (all) I can't leave drank
letters, between my headlights Z-Ro the Crooked the Mo City Don, he's all about bread right [Z-Ro:] I ride all day, just me and a fat sack In case I'
t nobody have no ends But only time would tell, true character traits Cause the niggaz I figured to be real, turned out fake I remember we smoked sherms, just
are deadly to a brother Cause they're full of crooked cops, and killers and undercovers Everyday is the same thang, another fatal shooting Somebody daddy done died, so they mama prostituting Just
case I meet up with danger my nigga You fail to plan, then you plan to fail I plan on receiving residuals, from all my record sales I stand on stages alone, just