in the trash Now what should I do? Drenched another handkerchief, Look at yourself, you're a wreck, When will you get over it? Now what should I do? I
. Butterworth, tell me what it's worth, want me to play like I played in a church, but I ain't even got it, if I did I wouldn't do it. It was cool, but
right now I'm thinking back to when we first got down I only groped but when you searched I found Snatched quick though you knew how I acted That's what
or our own stupidity Do they possess that much influence over everything we do Are the consequences of our actions ever really thought through Do we
can get, just release me baby See I never cry to hoes, I just talk fly to hoes Usually lie to hoes, bout buying 'em Prada clothes If I do soon as they
rewritable radio songs "What station is your radio on?" My trainin' is worth millions Imam death squad rush the building From the frontline with Prince William I am Prince William
and put his plow to the dirt, Our church I'm saved already, the walk is hard Fall down, get up, the cross, these scars (ouch) ??? Jesus justified J I'
is this? I'm in it, but I I ain't of it I live it, but I don't love it Who's life is this? I admit it I ain't above it I gotta get it But I don't covet
I'm following your hearse Its outta this earth, I felt like I was damn with a curse Had to light candle in church to handle the hurt In retrospect, I
I think my mind is broken I keep on steady smoken Hopefully I die from choken Know what I was just thinking Maybe if I keep drinking The voice will
[Blaze:] Look into my mind, tell me what you see, what you find Can somebody tell me what's happening this time? I don't know I break it down again,
ruby [Chorus] With the Lotus I can freeze fire tonight I cut my petals in the moonlight With the Lotus I can freeze fire tonight I cut my petals
please I never go broke my name got 2 G's J-I-2-G-A I flip that on the platinum and be on the next day I be right there when your mics blow out I was
I'm a vet I'm a gangsta like Pat-loc, I hustle like brotha j A savage like lil mike, got killas to busta K I'm a g for my turf right, you no how I get
Rhymes:] All I know is how to smash on everybody record and do what I do And make somebody have to go and get a hearse Yo, Game I don't really give a
And I want what you got So please give it up so I can live it up Just like the rich but I still eat grits I don't know karate But I can still beat the
cold cold world but I blew my hand I drew first cause I knew that man I knew what he would do if I didn't draw first And I couldn't stand the thought
