I'm tired of broken street glass. Not gettin' no ass unless the babies sleep. But even then it seems like we're tryin' to keep. Tired of payin' taxes
[Verse I] So many times, you could have walked away. But I didn't have to say a word to convince you to stay. Cause you know and I know this thing is
I just want to ask a question where would I be if I didn't know you, who would I be baby if I didn't know you [Chorus:] Who would I be if I didn't
mmm mmm [Verse 1] I look in the mirror And so much has changed Ever since I had the babies I just don't feel the same Ooohh cuz everyday I'm working
need you in my life, possible you be my wife Honestly your one of a kind That's the reason you are my candy girl(Marcel-candy girl) My mind, my heart, my soul
or make the nigga rich? Don't wanna commit murder, but damn they got me trapped Hawkin while I'm walkin, and talkin behind my back I'm kind of schizophrenic
in here! Makaveli, the new breed -- and I remember what my pops told me The new word, follow me -- remember what my pops told me My family tree, consists
life ain't never been easy Living in the ghetto. From the cradle to the grave since a little bitty child I've been known to get ill and kinda buck wild
she was younger her moms let her do what she please they said no one loved her her eyes shined love a dimaond and above tha kind that you can love Not
sight A pitiful plight, so I pray for a starry night Please send me a pops before puberty the things I wouldn't do to see a piece of family unity Moms
I'll follow you into hell again In this world that we fight each day it's kinda' hard to find a brother that's one in the same heavy heart weighing on my soul
my face caught a case tryin' to defend my space Dodging snitches police niggaz jumping state to state What kind of nigga run his mouth and snitch out everybody? The kind
the spittle off my chinny-chin during the breaks if I gotta go blind I'mma do it for the love of all television kind and that's fine, and that's fine...
wreck Hold ya heart cause believe me the camera won't explain it Or contain it, an angel said "free" Was I really what you wanted me to be? You trust the soul
high Blow big, but my gross is family time Ain't no way to intervene in my industry Moving quicker then a centipede on enemies One of a kind, once in
am a poem heeding hyper-distillation I've got no room for a lie so verbose I'm looking out over my whole human family and I'm raising my glass in a
tell Started when I was nine years old Woke up my daddy was gone I started hustlin they couldn't tell me nothin Frontin in the hood tryin to be somebody My soul
deep Three fifths of man versus poppa large, who's in charge Can't bargain, can't win, I'm in the zone to Plot to your kind of kin We blend to bite the
