[Chorus:] Baby come back, any kinda fool could see There was something, in everything about you Baby come back, you can blame it all on me I was wrong
grams I'm coming through your window something like +Brother Man+ It's just who we are If I see yar, it's E.R Vacay in D.R., shirt and jeans, g-star Tell
tires gone turn See I'm living on the passenger side, visualize I'm coming bombing a condo with black lacquer inside Took a long time coming, but I'm
[Tupac - speaking] The only way, for me to come back, is by Makaveli That's it! All these motherfuckers stole from me I'm takin back what's mine [slowed
't get it twisted When I'm on a mission, niggas come with Mishy You busters gettin disciplined And you're comin' up short on your life When i smoke you with this mac
Southside - I make the best of the worst We gotta share the same bitch, okay I go first Cause your, baby's momma is my, baby's momma I come through to
burnin' Comin' up, I was taught never back down That's why I act the way I act now, hold the mac down 32 shots, squeeze til there ain't a shell left Come
that Ferrari F 50 style baby (yeah, yeah) I'ma show 'em how I do it (yeah, yeah) G-g-g-g-g G-UNIT! I keep hearin' niggas is happy, the D's come, niggas
Y'all talk that shit, I want that beef I'ma tell you like a G told me They'll come back quick if a nigga O.D. Cash Rule Everything Around Me I'm YSL
the atlas with a gat that bigger than godzillas back nigga. you are not real in fact your fully infective a crack dealer y'all president send me smack then got a mac
wanna, how you wanna Where you wanna, when you wanna - ask them And my clip never droppin' We can get it poppin' like a mac-ten Brrrr-Dat Dat Dat on your back back back
all talk that shit, I want that beef I'ma tell you like a g told me They'll come back quick if a nigga O.D Cash Rule Everything Around Me I'm YSL, Versace
em heart attacks Sleep in the woods, target cats come from under the V's Sneeze wrong, course I'm clappin Keep it movin homeboy, the mac's always actin
through Virginia Beach in ALL the machines EYUGH! - He was posse deep, runnin niggaz Jeep Lambos and the Porches ridin back and back through the streets
with it, call security Fuck the dress code, I'm in a white T with jewelry Hand to my side with my nine, sat lyin' back In the club with your baby mama
we buzz it (hahaha) [K-Mac] If I was fucking you, shit, it'd be like drama (yeah) And you might get tripped on by my baby mama (hey mac) So do what I