they passing I wish I was a sociable person, but socializing ain't for me I want to die by myself in these streets cause that's love [Mr. 3-2] It ain't no love
that's on the way Trae, Dougie D and Z-Ro gotta ride for the dog Gotta grind for the dog, put it down for the dog I love my dog, and I don't wanna lose
play games Its like your life is a sweet, and reality's the flame So why the fuck you trying to torture, with that dip in the middle It's like I'm swallowing
and I love it we done it with juice and goose on her stomach I need you to come and take shots of this stager dont bother with chases, you'll thank me come swallow
, hell yeah I'ma get mad Cuz I'm lookin' for this freak, I think she hit me for my stash Juicy J, yes I'm that gigalo that's lookin' for some ass She
teach yourself the art of cloning at home in a smock killing single cell sheep for straight weeks 'til you give it all up for photoshop and using your
we get for ten dollars? Every t'ing you want. Everything? Every t'ing [Bill:] Monica? [Monica] Yes, Bill? [Bill] Monica, what would you do for a job
mutha f**k a hood done What we do to get paid All day, for the almighty, dollar Don't even bother to holla We all destined to be swallowed By the same thing we lust for
anger and our hate Control our mental state, settle down, and just set it straight Maybe we can learn to take a second to pump the brakes For we said
, our anger and our hate Control our mental state, settle down, and just set it straight Maybe we can learn to take a second to pump the brakes For we
man mission My ambition to hold up the rap game While I pluck holes in niggaz like donuts And still down to die for all my souljas Like hillbillies, they
the parents sacrifice they child The love's gone, a thug's home, with no love Feelin so strong, make young boys into drug lords Now one for adolescents, now dos for
for they fuckin throne The love is gone well it is what it is And plottin on us, they best be prayin for they kids, mayne You don't have to worry cause I ride for
muthafuckas tryin' to take me out the business right I guess I ain't East Coast enough for my niggas back in New York and I ain't West Coast for these
nuttin Young and thuggin, prepared for bustin if that's my destiny Ready for whatever, see you niggaz can't get the best of me (hold me down) Definitely no need for
my love and all we did was fight and fuss (fight and fuss) And she would, she would call your phone And you would act like i was wrong for cursing you