in you Yes I believe in Don?t stop to be what they believe in Don?t hold your breath Don?t count your blessings Don?t stop just live for lack of meaning Don?t
Being Cautious If You Play Your Cards Right [Verse 3:] Dear Momma Don't Cry, Your Baby Boy's Doin Good Tell The Homies I'm In Heaven And They Ain't
hands up) Get em up (shit) Come on Leave ya guns and ya knives at home (hey don't shoot nigga, I got my hands Up don't shoot) Don't be a punk ass nigga
don't fall down (never) Hahaha Yeah Huh My home boys might squabble but we don't fall down Ugh Yeah My home boys might squabble but we don't fall
the window of my drop top I got my glock cocked bustin' at niggas when will it stop ? Now tell me are you scared of the dark? Can't close my eyes I
streets you can't tell me that this ain't home I can't eat if the rest of this shit ain't gone I'm gettin used to the needles on the bathroom sink Gotta close
ain't mad at cha You' just a little girl See mammas just a little girl (hey hey) [Chorus] *Repeat until fade* Mama don't know why And I ain't
got me under surveillance, that's what somebody be tellin Know there's dope bein sold, but +I+ ain't the one sellin! Don't want to be another number
Don't fall to sleep You can get ya cash on nigga if ya peep Other niggaz close they eyes Seein' dreams in they sleep But don't fall asleep Don't fall
t given up on the hood it's all good when I go back Hoes show me love Niggaz give me props Forever hop, cause it don't stop On my block [Chorus]
got me under surveillance, that's what somebody be tellin Know there's dope bein sold, but +I+ ain't the one sellin! Don't want to be another number I
put your heart into my microphone like it? take you home, make you moan - just like - you used to do you feel like heroin - but I don't gotta comedown
plus the bangers biz Don't like to talk a lot just keep my business on the low If you ain't hustlin' for your paper what you hustlin' for? Stop trickin
Nike style (woo) Don't really talk much (uh huh), I let my money speak I know you saw us, shit we a 100 deep I'm sippin' Don, with Juan, Bird, and smokin
I gotta make it to heaven I hope I make it to heaven [50 Cent] When I come through the hood, I don't stop the rapping niggaz Get close enough to smack
fight or plied guilty the drug site the judge will plead me close like I shot a cop but I got cough with rocks but the judge just won't stop my nerves
clear up the point I'm tryin to make don't want no bustas around me playa hatin or actin fake don't ever be wantin nobody to get to close I don't know
