should have told you face-to-face We've always been straight up so I, I won't waste your time I'm leavin, say good-bye, because I know what you did last
hind of your five legged snare tooth picks the eye but no things there down drags your waltz cross the alter top from a sleep that depravation knew trespass your
finish a paper Then to be in my face asking for a rosea cup See these bitches can't cut in yo business I'm in love with your business And your productivity
can't But I don't give a fuck about ya'll I'm about my bank I hope you feel that bitch look at you You could put your wig back ain't nobody going to
broke Swear to God I hope you motherfuckers choke, when my gun smoke hate [Hook x2: Billy Cook] The H, is for these hoe niggas that's all in my face
children But ain't no Al and Peggy I'm strictly here to do some drilling in your man filling There would be my hand filling all up in your you know But
you ain't seen Face to face with death, bitch nigga you can't scream Better cherish this your last breath, cause you done walked Into an unfed guerilla, nigga now witness your last
I'm broke Swear to God I hope you motherfuckers choke, when my gun smoke, hate [Chorus - 2x] The H is for these hoe niggas that's all in my face And
Hoping you might receive a kite, from your child and your wife Real niggas keep it real with God, keep your head up Stay down on your knees, cause this
a man, 24 with no home I'm putting the piece to your dome, and leaving it like the ozone A cold cold world, that we living in Killas'll take your life
I die then remember me Cause in these last days I'm feeling like I'ma hit the penitentiary For real, trying to deal with this every day struggle You got to get up, up off your
out Last call for drinks, I'll have another stout. Well I turn around to look for you, you're nowhere to be found, I search the place for your lost face
for M.O.B And fuck your homeboys nigga we can drop the guns I hit your block and we can box for fun Nigga one on one Last to fall is a baller cat
Maybe I'll Be The One, Or Just Maybe I'm Lost You'll Never Know Being Cautious If You Play Your Cards Right [Verse 3:] Dear Momma Don't Cry, Your
spot The psycho-analyst is lookin at me like I'm a crackpot Now sit back and relax - I'm doin that already! Please keep your hands steady - Why? - Your face
spot The psycho-analyst is lookin at me like I'm a crackpot Now sit back and relax - I'm doin that already Please keep your hands steady - Why? - Your face
study from the blueprint And don't associate with your nerd-rap movement "Independently I sold..." man, get over yourself Every interview I read it's like your blowing yourself Putting doe on your
Sometimes I see your face looking at me All your love and grace smiling at me All the things we had and never understood At times it cuts me up thinking