a bottle by her head Every night she went away I would pray for someone else to change her life If she wouldnt change for me Tell me why. please tell me why
to grow They started tripping on me, busting and flipping on me So I had to front and say yo, true, stick it on me I started smoking to prove I'm an adult
t now gettin; feel me Remember everybody wanted to be "Peace, God, Divine" Real niggaz kept they attributes, right through '99 Peace to the god Taheem, watching over me
them cus I'm prettier that they is And in bed I'm gifted, And I assume every woman's in love with me 'till they tell me different Since preschool ladies
game, maintain, and watch who you playin Look them laws dead in they eyes, and tell em you ain't seen a thing' Me and my folks on top, we run these blocks
(chorus) Freddie, please how could you do this to me how could you tell me you love me when you hate me freddie, please you know i love you honey but
, too (You been so good to me) The game's been good to me My fans been good to me The money been good to me G-O-D been good to me You all I need You
the mall Tell me is it true or false Say that you got it all Love the way you players ball Claimin that your mail is tall Tell me is it true or false
Everynight they like "catch me up again" [Chorus:] You say like daylight, its gonna catch me up again Gonna catch me up, gonna catch me up again Some
was gonna do what? Played up, MC Grand but Pooh-Butt Stole his lady, and drove her crazy You asked me why - cause her man tried to play me I sent her
Freddie Jackson, Some freaks be askin', why I be taxin', I dunno, that's the type of brotha I am, If your father don't think I'ma fuck you, tell yo
intelligence Murder game, I leave no evidence -- credentials Go ask my pre-school, even talk to my old principal He'd tell you how you I used to pack
neat I think your life is incomplete But maybe that's not for me to say They only pay me here to play (I wanna hear Caravan with a drum sola!) You're probably wondering Why
Huh Do it (Serious) [VERSE 1] Now sit back in your seat and kick up your Nikes And listen to Freddie Foxxx cold rip the mic The microphone's burnin
a bat, and I tell you the truth He was swingin homeruns like my man Babe Ruth He left em both layin there, stiff as a board And he turned to me and said "Freddie
get it right motherfucker Turn up the mics (Aha yeah turn the motherfuckers up) Turn out the lights (That's right ya'll know why, I tell you why) Suicide
is Capricorn Why don't you tell me a story? Please tell me a story too You know, I think I'll tell you the story of my life You tell me! I wanna hear
with true MC's like Freddie Foxxx Send comitees send somebody to tell me I won't tell Cause I ain't got silicones, too much fire up in me So future like