They won't give you no trouble They wanna be good They wanna be strong and understood When we are talking I'm trying to pay attention But then the phone rings to remind me
won't give you no trouble They wanna be good They wanna be strong and understood When we are talking I'm trying to pay attention But then the phone rings to remind me
this nigga right here is my fuckin' friend I heard alot of shit right here I think I'm 'bout to explain what a fuckin' friend is, knowwhatI'msayin'? A friend
vain", She said "It helped me get in touch with my pain", She doesn't mean the things she says, She once told me she wished that she was dead Talking
leave Wanna let you go, I just wanna find a way to work it out We've been through so much, good and bad times Girl I did you wrong, you forgave me then
in hand, couldn't understand) How his baby's mama could disapear with another man (and his best friend) Now jealousy's dangerous, and if you don't believe me
be the last motherfucker breathin? Tell me nigga.. tell me Who'll be the last motherfucker breathin? [Chorus] Stress, but busta free Enemies give me
long will they mourn me, bury me a muthafuckin 'G' Bitch don't wanna die then don't fuck with me It's kinda hard to be optimistic When your homies lying dead
me when ya see me nigga ya better holla at me (holla at me) can't let tha evil of tha money trap me So when ya see me nigga Ya better Holla at me
[Esoteric] Yo Friday night, feelin right, fuckin with this bad chick Gats click, now I'm hit, shit, watch the blood spit I fall face down, background
watch me [two different samples overlap] [Ghostface Killah] "Watch where you're headin now.. watch where you go" "Uh-huh! Uh-huh motherfucker uh-huh! Watch me Duke, watch me
ass scared niggaz, that came out dead niggaz And all I ever wanted to be was an emcee Did a little dirt and found it wasn't for me Poetry flowin through
friends I bleed black and cry during classes I?m just a bad, cheap imitation of goth You can read me ?Catcher in the Rye? and watch me jack off I wear
soft grass One of them even petted my fur Fuck me in the goat-ass! Then some long-haired guys grabbed me by the horns And threw me in the mosh pit They passed me around and treated me
my thorns are formed of sound And I have found sound will keep me warm When the mornings born with frozen ground Put a rope down pull me from where the
back to me your majesty, I love you, I despise you my everyday is sitcom, soaps, news, bad dramatization come along with me, my friend for the most glorious
Yo...put one up shackle me, not clean logic procreation I did not invent the wheel I was the crooked spoke adjacent While the triple sixers lassos keep
