left behind. There you are and here I go. Feelings are there but they're hard to show. Who's to say what the future holds...there you are and here I go
You'll never touch my ballz [Swift] I see you ain't a playa, you ain't ballin' And I don't even care who the hell you call in In this game, it ain't
a gat ***** and my tire is flat And I just hit a pole, them *****s some hoes (Is you hit?) Iono but I can tell you what they drove It was a black Mitzubeashe
leave me!) I told her I'd be right back and the dumb bitch believed me I squeezed through the back door and made my escape I ran and got my 38 I hope
me now, I'm just a kid from the ghetto But I'm on top of my hustle, I move the bass and the treble And I go at your generation, I'm runnin this era Ain
gettin big respect Then I collect big checks 1's, 5's, 10's and 20's A 100 g's and I'm pullin honeys Left and right, day and night You gotta see it to
gat nigga and my tire flat And I just hit a pole, them niggas some hoes (Is you hit?) I don't know but I can tell you what they drove It was a black
Aiyo, I know there's a lot of hoods and shit out there A lot of niggas done got bodied A lot of niggas done got robbed and shit You know what I mean
Can you carry a song as strong as your arms Can bear that you keep from harm? And it will be there when you go wrong Make a heart from your bond, your treasure's right here And
I'm tired of all these flatheads and all these coneheads You know what I'm sayin? I'ma tell you somethin There's nuttin but spies out there, you know
you) Do you really hear me? Then hear this I'm sick and tired of chasing you (I understand you, baby) Sick and tired of holding you (I said I hear you) Go
's duck and [PMD] MC's, the final countdown You look tired, can you go the round? If you can, I'll slap your hand and give you credit And if not, I'll
I?m on my probation later Okay alright I know I'm doin' wrong but save it till tomorrow 'Cuz I, get out of London Last night I left my car keys I settled
, blue baugettes, I dont know Shorty, when tha next time imma be up in your bed I love you? you love me? Well go head on and gimme some head Chorus:
bite you I hurt your pride dawg and you know I don't like to But I will if I have ta, with syllable after syllable I just slap ya Killin' you fasta than you
So how do you think you can manage to kick the unkickable You're graceless, bland, you're tasteless and you're faceless and You're dull it's time you faced this, here
