't call me when you need more than emptiness. I've seen you for you and now I'm through. You don't have to make a choice, but my god make a point. The
old school To the new school Bad Boy, remix, let's go [Black Rob] Like that Black gon' slide with Mike Jack Puff done remixed one hell of a track
The old school To the new school Bad Boy, remix, let's go [Black Rob] Like that Black gon' slide with Mike Jack Puff done remixed one hell of a track
stop it That's you That keep playin up without a rubber, don't wanna claim your baby, you naked headed lover, that's your babies mother That's you A woman
but holler if I roll They want to know how many big faces a Mo City don fold Want to jack me when I'm through and do my niggas for life It's deja vue
Trying to jack a nigga like me, you be coming off all of your life Just because you see me flipping and sipping, smoking on bud I ain't off no, I got a
mind was tha nine and a better life What do I do ? Live my life in a prison cell I'd rather die than be trapped in a living hell They got me trapped [
if they can't screw me they find a way to sue me Now can you picture me coolin at a night club somethin for love, but muthafuckas want a ?beamer? Since I wear a
mind was tha nine and a better life What do I do ? Live my life in a prison cell I'd rather die than be trapped in a living hell They got me trapped
Sometimes jacks rule the realm can't you tell the swimmers drown without a sound a chalkboard scratching sound could craze the town an emperor's clothes
tempted by flesh you wanna bust through beautiful legs in the bar there is poetry she bends and suspends and her ass is a marvelous thing a dance dancin' at a
out, does that make me a quitter? In this white man's world, I'm similar to a squirrel Lookin for a slut wit a nice butt to get a nut If I get shot today
whattup" you ain't gotta work out to leave this bitch cut up let a nigga find out you on some goin' home shit and you tryin' to bounce without payin' a
When you can't define the crime Then life ain't worth a dime When they take away everything you got And they rub your nose in the funky spot Not without a
filling the clip with a written Can you picture my pistol drilling? A million women and children when I'm illing But it isn't real, it's a rap On the
You should pull over like a sweat shirt with a hood [? ] you and me both Break bread while I'm copping over this game Now pinch a loaf now homie who's
be Making it go Creating it gently Like a morning breeze, a life of ease Eyes that see Beyond tomorrow, through to the time without hours (ahhh) Passing