made up my mind Full of anger, I'm so full of hate I'm overwhelmed by my own mistakes It's too late to try (cry) I guess today is a good day to die
da same, nuthin but flippin and sippin, and runnin a train on mary jane, love it mane. Roolin up and blowin up all day, posted up in da rear view inn smellin good
again And the givin' was good, With the lunch bucket filled every season. What with three babies born, The work was cut down To a half a day's shift
More the actin up the more the shit I felt in my gut The shit was all over as soon as the director said CUT! That's a wrap, good actin motherfuckers, good
passed again And the givin' was good, With the lunch bucket filled every season. What with three babies born, The work was cut down To a half a day's shift
shift and I gots ta pay my dues to make my grip But I chill cos my ho might call Ain't no thang cos I sleeps all day and slang when night fall And I
, as I reminisce, yeah yeah yeah A happy story always ends, as it starts But with few exceptions involved We became an item me for you and you for me Good times, sickness
And for those that miss me I'll be back don't trip In the mirror with this shift kick Ocean side, doors open wide tryin' not to be sea sick Plottin in
's at And more money, more problems is the anthem Sing along if you know this song A ex con turned good, forced to turn back hood Turn loose to a world no good
the way, you know whip game Whip game proper, cocaine chopper Don't offer me reefer unless you know the flame proper You know I'm in somethin' sick when
With a clip that'll spit fifty Make fifty million spittin' over beats nigga please nigga [Chorus] I just got a good ass job The pay is good but the work
again And the givin' was good With the lunch buckets filled every season What with three babies born The work was cut down To a half a day's shift with
this dick shift, I've been working all day, be feelin like its my six shift. I'm dealing with different situations Getting a bit of congratulations, Sick
, be tha love, slug foe tha perfect pitch and chronic bud, it save yo strug's, of somebody suffa scripturaz, tryin to rip ya, hit ya really good, I'll
again and the givin' was good With the lunch bucket filled every season What with three babies born, the work was cut down To a half a day's shift with
like you, didn't care if people didn't like you. you wanna bang, I wanna bang too, Skyline Pyrue. You woulda died, I woulda died too. You went to prison, got sick
crack's been revealed The facts can't conceal In fact I'm for real I'm back at your will You're havin' your way, girl Have a good day But tell me what
realize that from day one I always told you so I know this doesn't sound Like it's the best of me But it feels so good to know what I've got I found
