The better days and brace yourself for this load And know that There's so much to build on, reform Remember You've fallen short for a good reason Anticipate
anemic For for the family, I'll be squeezing, no reason Blood work, nobody leaving this bitch breathing Niggas on the low, kidnapped my flow Coulda asked for
that asked for it I guess I was used to just standin on corners Waitin for paper bags with bundles of crack Hopin the week was good so I could get money
bitch-slap him Do it for me, do it for Fred, do it for Limp Do it for Rock, do it for rap, do it for Kid Do it for Ice-T, do it just to do it, fuck it
You Or Bring It To Me Home Like You Use To Do Seeing Her Falling For Your Charm Got Me Feeling Like I Wasn't Good Enough [Verse 2 Beyonce] See I Know
in the crack game, but i'll get it back thanks to that cocaine. good gator gotta lotta niggas eating, boy. i'm gettin money, that's the muthafuckin reason
I was silked out at the peak of my career But I always choked out, leaving mad money on the table at crazy amounts I would hit the scene for a second
listening (One by one) [J-Hill] It's one reason, why I still let you breath It's one reason, why the fucking Tech won't squeeze It's one reason, why
than we can bob our head offbeat Nimrod by the time we forty cause we can't get our meat While we ask no reason for the misplacement of the season look
Her eyes were closed when I caught her in bed Oh, she seemed much happier then I sat by her side and I couldn't help but cry I was here for a reason and
they're losin, are we all for the choosin? Or is it all in confusion? Better yet all an illusion Shots rang through the hall bullets cruisin for bruisin
like a hoe, bitchslap him Do it for me, do it for Fred, do it for Limp Do it for Rock, do it for Rap, do it for Ken Do it for Ice T, do it just to do
't about to ass out on a no good gamble Could handle anything, but I ain't down for broke So before somebody slides, somebody's getting choked I'm a no good
in an up roar What other reason does a nigga have to live for? If you ain't ready to ride for what we believe Then get the fuck out the game, it's time for
good comin straight from the ATL, DC that's what we all grill Blow a gun, shoot smoke in the air pour some liquor, for your niece who ain't there gotta
it my car that they're losin', are we all for the choosin'? Or is it all in confusion? Better yet all an illusion Shots rang through the hall bullets cruisin' for
