Middle-class girl, I think I need to get me one, And your one looks jus right for me, So come on you wanna fight with me? Might as well be polite to me
high up to the top see Nothing to fear, no doubts and no tears Millennium sound to motivate the future years And you can either be scared or get prepared Against all
walls 'Cause I'm waiting for it all to come to an end Still I curl up right under the bed 'Cause it's takin' over my head All over again Do you
made room for his collapse She was a mink handjob in sarcophagus heels Bring me to my knees Read the sharpened lines All my arms, bled me blind
lot of fans And I give it to y'all, cause y'all respect that So gold albums or not, I did effect rap Uh, for worse or for better Ain't no one in my circle
nothing changed since the sadder day, dig [Chorus] I know the world gets cold and the days get long and the sun don't shine and you mind just wonders why me
running in, Pardon me, y'all, the racists I run against, The race war, when it's us against all of them, They subconsciously low talk us, And probably all
nevermind I'm lyin she bumpin me all day Honey is always the one Imma call late night I need that she comin here right away night or day she need me hit it or
m running in, Pardon me, y'all, the racists I run against, The race war, when its us against all of them, They subconsciously low talk us, And probably all
The old systematic dues All Irish do Japs. Yeah! You hear me? Boy, you'd better make way! Enough action and totally nothing to say And here's a message
Ro:] Let me ask you something why you spend all your time talking about me Cause I'm smokin drinkin and getting paid and you still doing bad without me
drive or how much money ya got And I don't giva damn if y'all really like me or not I see ya lips moving but I can't hear nothing, cause I'm not listening
at everybody, even babies like they Satan people Nobody understand me, everybody's tripping with me Wonder why when I gotta ride, were none of my people flipping with me
this here, yeah shit R.I.P. Big Mello, Screw, Mafio, Big Boo, Gator All the fallen soldiers man, Southside Eastside, Westside, Northside, know I'm saying All my partnas, all
damn cause here I go again, cooking and flipping dope again Ten bricks in the do' again, ready to hit the road again Trae done just wrecked the flow again
(foolishness) But every now and then somebody want to get the trippin with me (trippin with me) And thats when I get stupid and them gorilla niggaz be with me