Justify What you did wrong to me Your love drunk your blined you've lost the ones who loved you most this liars on fire melted like wax a mess it grows
bout, "Where is the quaaludes?" What you say fool? Where in the hell is the search warrant? No feedback is what he uttered, before he screamed "Nigga
size killas I ain't tryin' to be dirty, still on the strip I'm tryin' to be dirty, filthy rich Give a nigga too much rope, he think he a cowboy Give Tony
I supposed to do When growing up for me wasn't joy? It's gonna be a why Christmas It's gonna be, it's gonna be a A why Christmas No one was there but
goin' crazy together to keep it Dad's two lives he was keepin' it a secret When we found out we couldn't believe it We're all walking on quicksand When
't get bitter... I just get better And a verse is just a verse for me I keep it generic and these niggas take it personally If I was in a room and someone
Been checkin' out the news Until my eyeballs fail to see I mean to say that every day Is just another rotten mess And when it's gonna change, my friend Is
you haters plummit Run to it or run from it, to bun it don't give it Wipe the streets wit ya like you a swifter as a gifter [Verse 19: Chamillionaire
will have the boys bring the coppers out And we ballin, for all the toys is what we hoppin out My feary side, where we ride And we all fly high in the
watchin' you haters plummit Run to it or run from it, to bun it don't give it Wipe the streets wit ya like you a swifter as a gifter [Verse 19: Chamillionaire
for the vote We come flying out the dark with a triple moonsault I through a snowball so hard it replaced your eye It melted and left a fuckin hole and
