Cold days of winter, have been and gone Wonder what the summer will bring? Maybe a new love to carry me on But first gotta get through spring I don't
the flowers diein all around you Got your hands in the devil's pockets got everything to loose And so you lash out To crush the ones below Or all the ones
ow, make 'em say oh The hoes that tell me yes, the same ones that tell ya no Whoa, I ain't just an average joe, Way above the average flow, boy my life
major moves I'm saving major loot I make my old bitch buy me all the latest shoes One whip just ain't enough, I just seen 33 You only half a W without
only thing that keeping me from crying, is blowing up on this do-do Like ones in the ghetto, we learn to shock and rock cash that rip flows And you ain
block playin Only five years up in this bi**h, poppa runnin from the Feds Puttin peanut butter on the walls to hide his prints Me on my own, not yet grown but only
I don't know, who to blame, him or {*censored*} killin babies I'm a New Jerz' Devil, the street, creative rebel Only got one, shot to produce on every
Boy my hoes are clean, just like my guns And I keep them in a safe place, just like my funds I keep all my big bills, give my wifey the ones Frontin'
[Jazze Pha- Chorus] Pimpin' don't fail me now I gotta turn these bitches out Say they don't want nobody else But me and only me Pimpin' don't fail me
words like the wind They blow straight through my heart Will you ever give in to emotion And we hurt the ones that we love the most Why we do only heaven
don't know me, you don't wear my chains... Essential and appealed, carry all your thoughts across An open field, When flowers gaze at you... they're not the only ones
bless you with the gift of only show Business but you a careless professional Is where your failing will show Over indos and end only cash flows
Well my heart's in the Highlands gentle and fair Honeysuckle blooming in the wildwood air Bluebelles blazing, where the Aberdeen waters flow Well my heart
Someone's got it in for me, they're planting stories in the press Whoever it is I wish they'd cut it out but when they will I can only guess. They say
so slow. Been shooting in the dark too long When somethin's not right it's wrong Yer gonna make me lonesome when you go. Dragon clouds so high above I've only
