about it like you know about it Do, Do you love me? You scream about it like your all about it I don't feel the same You talk about it like you know
the law on top of me wanted for a robbery, cutting a fool?s artery Chorus (8x) (Baby Beesh) A maggots gon? be a maggot Faggots gon? be a faggot But if
ve been such a, such a bad girl Such a sexy naughty girl You know what you doing baby Go up to my room girl You've been such a, such a bad girl Such a
just like a movie I aint gotta act happy See them Richmond girls (They call me Jack-Rabbit) And them Richmond girls (They got a bad habit) and that Richmond scene, its like a
with Reeboks, fleeing hard rocks A la Cafe, bambatta flashy fashion Imagine crashing bashes with bitches That be bad and wishing for the fame and recognition There on a mission for self, baby Were like
every now and then she still likes to get A little out of control. I used to work a little construction But I never got along with my boss So I do a
out of the rut you just could not break the string of bad luck a day where Murphy's law takes over your life and you just can't seem to do a darn thing
on some pigeon he met like the whip wasn't yours, like you let 'em forget So you scrape up some manhood and give 'em a look but by the time you turn it
a bit a game, I'll give you fame. Girl, I know what you like fast cars, five stars, shopping spree that's tight. I'm a man made of money, I practically a
other way to get paid Gasping timeout take a break from the play or grab a Gatorade Bad contract team can't make a trade Majors fucking you in the ass you gonna stay a
was some good times A few bad times mostly good times See he was a ramblin' man to the bone He liked women and wine and he loved to roam Not like she
just a Q. and A. Still ghetto with de mind of a needle Quicker than a cheetah, Draw nine millimeter up. Grab a man's chain If I get shifty, never in
way, though it feels like yesterday And the people went crazy, the crowd's in a frenzy The show's like a carneval! Hush when I bust, 'preme with a pen
what they want see I'm a full-time MC, a night job rapper a positive thinker, but an over-reactor a slacker, but of my craft I'm a master an eye on success
sky Sing a song of six pence, a pocet full a rye Who the fuck wanna die for their culture Stalk the dead body like a vulture Tical get, HMMM Blacker than
of six pence, a pocet full a rye Who the fuck wanna die for their culture Stalk the dead body like a vulture Tical get, HMMM Blacker than your blackest
merely a dangling habit Born under a bad sign I'm serious about this curse of mine I strive to flip it in the fine wine Barely born a virgin is what the