I feel no highs, i feel no lows, no emotions thats just how it goes numb to all feeling i cant quite see if i'm still alive, is this really me?
Most times I was out of luck, and dead on my ass But with the heart of a hustler, and the mind of a G I came up, now I'm something to see Bun B [Hook
Guess I'm understanding you're just a fuck I'm out for the pussy and just one nut I'll call you next time when I'm out of luck No offense, baby, you're
hand on my 9 Gettin' a buzz, feelin' kinda nice Homie dropped a 20, so we shot some dice We played for a while, 'till my luck was out So the bitches
it came to me, I was shit out of luck Because I'd stick my dick in, and it would get stuck The girls would say "Stop!" I'd say "I'm not! That's enough, I
I was a game kid i'm not tha nigga for playin games I let my buckshots rang when I pull tha trigga on my gauge i'm on tha rampage makin' runs for tha
freestyle flow. Just a couple of motha fuckas that I know. I'm strictly representin 1 motha fucka, 2 motha fucka, 3 motha fuckas, Damn, who did I forget? I'm a soulja. Daddy was a
for plain hard luck I never did see that movie never did read the book love come on down let my numbers come around don't know if I can hold on don'
harder and harder to pump on the block I'm a hustler, how the fuck I'm supposed to eat when its hot [Chorus] In my hood niggas got love for me, but I
answers with a line and sinker Look at me and don't forget! Hard to get a grip with all these broken fingers Today I don't feel pretty, and I'm tired
I'm trapped up against the wall Watchin' y'all niggas plottin' on me Tryin' ah catch me up in that robbery Put they mob on me and do ah job on me But I
Nigga play and get fucked I'm out here mindin my own buisness Niggas pressin their luck And I'm like stuck in the middle of a rock and a hard place Makin
a bed, put a smile on her face. She don?t know Joe Crack, the Daun Never spend no type of real cheese on a broad. All I keep is a 100 G?s, limit credit
, that's good Who me, still hot, I still got, you got me nigga I'm here, I'm there, cause I'm wrong, cause I'm right I can spit on anything, got plenty
Once I'm over these tracks man I'ma never look back (8 Mile Road) And I'm gone, I know right where I'm goin Sorry momma I'm grown, I must travel alone
waist I was like man Gentle with the touch I ain't fuss still a strong hand I ain't know if I should lust or play it like a man True I'm human like
