like this And now we're falling out She's falling over this fucking prick I want to drop out of life And get on with my days Drop out of life And have
? Fearing jail but crack sales got me livin' well In a sense I'm suicidal with this thug's life Staying strapped forever trapped in this drug life
it's gonna be alright, don't trip baby *inhales* It'll get better... *coughing* Ay do this Thug style main, Thug style When this whole beat drop we
And what you want my people to hear, that I'm a fuckin sell-out? But who's the one on solo shit, and who want me the hell out? I'll bail out with a ??,
Dazzle and razzlin broads like I'm little Juan Magic Magnetically handle mics, they don't drop Top drama every time these commas don't drop Pop spots
from King Tee The Great [Body & Soul] Sisters, since we are the mothers of this earth It's time we start being good mothers from the birth Of our children, no time
come around and they keep on coming That's why I'm out of state and I keep on runnin' I ain't Nelly but my desert eagles on girl Just dropped bail traveling
like that hoe? Now drop to your knees and blow, and who wanna flex? [Chorus] Who wanna flex wit' this Killa Big wheela', Dope man, Dope deela'? Who wanna flex wit' this
, violent fight Now I'm dead, one to the head Christmas this year seemed so whack" Happy New Year bitch boy Hey, I got a New Years resolution For your
the line into your neighborhood And will soon give you a taste of the hell That they have lived for so long So pops, this time its your son gets shot
her right He wanted to run to the country to escape the city life But I-sis, liked this, Broadway life She loved the Gucci sneakers, the red green and whites Hangin out
the gator shirt, softer than my next door neighbors These young niggaz think I fell out the loop cause the last time they seen me hoppin, out the Coupe I hopped out
it, one take. And he said [Jay-Z:] "check this out, tell me what you think of this, right here" "tell me what you think of this." And I heard it, and
End up at Marley, Georgi, and service from Sergio Da Kine Lamborghini, the chain throw off the vertigo I know the flow just hit a hellafied vertical This the Christ year, last year
the booth and I keep draggin' them out Where they fired and these pink slips I keep handin' them out ?Cause this is Theater of Mind, consider it a sign Of what's to come next
burp it and then fart it And y'all think I'm gon' stop? BLOW IT OUT YA ASS! In one year I got rich, now life's movin so fast But bein broke with no food
divine GP: This is how the two combine Mary: I know our love was meant to be GP: Mary Blige is something kinda special Mary: Love is life and life is
