I'm tired of broken street glass. Not gettin' no ass unless the babies sleep. But even then it seems like we're tryin' to keep. Tired of payin' taxes
[Verse I] So many times, you could have walked away. But I didn't have to say a word to convince you to stay. Cause you know and I know this thing is
I just want to ask a question where would I be if I didn't know you, who would I be baby if I didn't know you [Chorus:] Who would I be if I didn't
mmm mmm [Verse 1] I look in the mirror And so much has changed Ever since I had the babies I just don't feel the same Ooohh cuz everyday I'm working
to stop it gon' see nine nines (??) that's all I see when I open up Baby girl, fuckin you now before I blow up You know what? I seen your kind before,
us in this rotten mess But let's agree on strategy and pick out enemies right Who stands accused of the abuse my own, kind do right Pardon, not disregardin
or make the nigga rich? Don't wanna commit murder, but damn they got me trapped Hawkin while I'm walkin, and talkin behind my back I'm kind of schizophrenic
in here! Makaveli, the new breed -- and I remember what my pops told me The new word, follow me -- remember what my pops told me My family tree, consists
was younger her moms let her do what she please they said no one loved her her eyes shined love a dimaond and above tha kind that you can love Not yet
what you think is solid earth can jump up and spread out to the north and to the south that's what plates are about nature has no conscience, no kindness
my face caught a case tryin' to defend my space Dodging snitches police niggaz jumping state to state What kind of nigga run his mouth and snitch out everybody? The kind
I just couldn't say Shove me up the wall Oh my darling (oh Poor Cow) It was a kind of loving But you've left me in the family way again The dust on
forget him Know now for wealth Stood our ground and we put this down It'll be my niggas we out on the grind Together forever still one of a kind Got love
There's a kind of peole who loves the good things who loves the deep soul things we love to play sweet games together like a big family in the dancefloor
smell that should have been left to Masingel! Let me make you a deal, take the soda free and jet I got to much family to heed your threats [F] Are you a family
Some seek stardom, then they forget Harlem (3X) They/brothers/sisters/families/people/we/brothers keep their pockets full, but their souls run empty Well aiyyo family
that play ball, the one with the hollywood star, And since I'm a hollywood star I'm a tell you my story, Never had a family that close, never see Barry
