again Whats wrong whats wrong now Too many too many problems Don't know where she belongs Where she belongs Chorus: She wants to go home But nobody's home That's
a ear for your amp it up with Jersey's answer The chancellor standin up for ten minutes man It's tough plan, plan that's what the camma does And Jam's
in a hearse It really don't matter, because I ride or die for me Even if they kill me, there's happiness in the sky for me So if it's death around the
home It could be a set up, I get wet up and become a memory Fuck the whole wide world, it's either them or me I'm one of them boys with a gun, on the
smoke and lean Feel me when a nigga say that, I don't love nobody The same person you call a partna, might try to slug your body Never ever underestimate, the next man's
beats, and smoking on fire sweet and parlay You should of got a purple heart, for living in a war everyday If he's really a friend, you would turn him in That's
job is done Now it's 5:45 it's time to have fun I'm hangin out with a rapper, a kid named Don We got more drunk than a skunk and happy as can be We went
Fade-Out She's got a ticket to nowhere She's gonna take a train ride Nobody knows her, or knows her name She's in the pocket of a home boy Oo she's
... We go on because we would like to think there's hope. But that's a lie, there ain't no hope and that's the truth, that's the truth baby! That's right
a Swisher like I wish a bitch would Listen and use your vision cause livin in this - hood And sinnin in your division you think it's all - good Got niggaz
to use her vocab, they sounded sloppy She had a style, all her own, respectful and pure I was sick in the head for her, and there wasn't a cure [Hook
for a while, I appreciated what they did for me, but, you know there's a time in every man's life where he gotta make a change, try to move up to the
Everybody woman wanna beat a boy diva, not even There's a 305 dime I wanted ever since I seen her Got a topic of this evenin, hotter than a tub steamin
, yo if you got a plan, believe me you gon' get there You gon' get everything you ever wanted baby That's my word Trust, my niggas come home from long bids They check for
wouldn't applaud Nobody know your record nor who you openin for Can tell your squad's artificial while approachin the door So you should prepare, for lyrical terror that's
my job is done Now it's 5:45 it's time to have fun I'm hangin out with a rapper, a kid named Don We got more drunk than a skunk and happy as can be We