.K.] Now you rubbing me, kissing and hugging me Infatuated with the thug in me You say you loving me, the situation's getting ug-ly Got your partnas mean mugging me Girl you bugging me
lonely? Don't wanna rush ya I can help ya if ya only, let me touch ya If I'm wrong love tell me, cause I get caught up and the life I live is Hell see
I'm shot up or locked up in a fuckin' cage. Lord help me, guide me, save me! Cause that's the way that Daddy raised me crazy. Do or die. Nigga pull the
son do you love me? And I said three times, "You know that I do" You said three times My son do you love me? And I said three times, "You know that
the glock about to join Biggie and 'Pac and you comin like it or not GET OFF ME! Let me go, don't hold me back Where my real thugs at? Baby THROW YA
lessons My first love, even before I had a daughter, or a lady was rappin, sweet lyrics, I love you, my baby MJG, what you see, on TV, is fame But the
met a couple of inncidents where some niggaz tried to kill me, juss a part of the game, jelous niggaz out fo fame, when steady bustin at me, is to give
Blues [Verse 1] Light up the green Watch me light up the room Watch me light up the mic Fat boy be the truth Nigga live and learn Learn the streets or
or James Baldwin Run and tell that to the mountain Players get wet up, I leave 'em leaking like a water fountain Count more cash than accounting I love
love tap full of washed up stardom melted trying to milk it win a ticket to right white lines highway sideways ??? one love to the rungs in my ladder, one love
you do it, making love out of nothing at all (Making love) out of nothing at all, (making love) out of nothing at all, (making love) out of nothing at all, (making love
in real life Rip real crowds, real shows, real cyphz Plus your anonymous gab, it don't bother me I don't give a fuck if you got AOL or Prodigy Your crew
always leave the street with a pound Taking the crown for the fame and representing the name Late night meet at the tracks to rock the Santa Fe train Pull out your sketch or
g dub g dub g what?s up Call me a half breed I stay clean on thugs and these Uneducated so don?t judge me if you dont know me Im to crazy Im more than
fame, I'm never lame, true to the game I'm needin brothers to be more concious or this rap shit we'll be leavin breathin vocab, so bad, the lyrical nomad
, hoes gotta be smacked Nigga beat 'em and stomp 'em Barely feed 'em and fuck 'em Don't get jammed, if ya got 'em Better leave 'em don't love 'em I be
me what's the price of livin' life freely Never could I switch and change, I love the homies Never could I snitch and leave the gang, fortune and fame
Check me out now Check me out now Go head then.. [Verse 1] Allow me 2 introduce myself again Bobs at tha office but bobby ray is in Please leave a message
