I don't miss you anymore; I don't love you anymore I don't kiss you; I do think I miss the idea of you I don't see you in my door, around here and me
2: C-Bo] I woke in the morning with a .9 to my head thinking that I'm dead Surprised to see the TAS and the damn feds I knew it was over Bo Loc done got
to my house in the tree I'm livin low, but most of it's high Cotton mouth the most I think I'll blame it on the buddah thai And that's why, I live off
this type of shit it happens everyday Now would you check me? If I was you and you was me, would you respect me? I got to know I got to go I strive for
dime I was killin 'em Did cash on one sixteen I was feelin 'em Then Dave kept the criss cold dollar bill on 'em I lived it out -- special delivery I
without asking me I'm mad cause I was caught and reached for his license Cops pulls the gun [*fires*] and cold-iced him And I'm a victim of society I
thang, can you dig it man? The show man, I wish I had your game, look at young dog do your own thang Them bitch ass niggers... buck em no, stay real,
I bail till I dodge 'em they finally pull me over and I laugh remember Rodney King and I blast on his punk ass now I gotta murder case you speak a' Heaven
Jay-Z (buck buck buck buck buck buck) And still avoid capture, while y'all caught up in the rapture Still after me, I'm in Jamacia sippin daquiris, no
warzone I got no home don't have no friends neither. It's just me by my lonely so I married my nina. I keeps her wherever I go, I love my ho. Never leave
Gettin high I think I'll die if I don't get no ends I'm in a bucket but I'm ridin it like it's a Benz I hit the strip I let my music buck drinkin liquor
beefing on the strength that you was thinkin' I was jocking Hey bitch I got no time for hoes I'm steady clockin' and if it ain't about a buck I gives
mama's working wonders in the kitchen Listen I can hear her crying in the bedroom praying for money we never think would she be dead soon Am I wrong for wishing I was
a clever disguise to keep me runnin' from the cops. Ha, I'm gettin' high. I think I'll die if I don't get no ends. I'm in a bucket with 'em ridin' it
perceiving as greed So as you loaded up that mack and continue to buck em I was on paper Thinking they don't give a fuck about us [Tupac] I'm
I sleep I won't eat, who gonna feed my baby? And I think I'm goin crazy cause my hair is gettin thiner I've been drinkin on the daily, I can hardly remember I