baby that would be a shame you know that it ain't right, don't make me feel like all that we had is a picture in a frame I remember everything about
2x) [Tamar] Why don't you want a man to treat you right? And why do you sit and listen to all his lies? You don't wanna take care of a grown man all
it might trouble you Then I transform like a Decepticon With a mic as a bomb In my right palm But I don't stay calm So panic Others can't flow so they
right I gave you my heart scared, complete and whole When all you ever asked for was my soul And there's nothing left but a song or two That mean not a thing if I can't
and the vibe is perfect And don't feel worthless 'Cause if your man was actin' right, he'd be worth it Baby, he don't deserve this So don't be actin'
one makes two Let me feel the passion All night long I've been waiting for you Let me feel the passion Another night Another night without you Let me feel the passion
crazy, they don't understand how I feel Umm, I don't remember her name but she look like an angel She wasn't from here, I knew she didn't hang a Round a
don't like this new expression, and I say, what, you want two-thirds of me to stay outside? I'm a whole person. You can't say, you know, two-thirds
to write a song It's when you get to microphones, the music can go wrong You can't see the audience with spotlights in your eyes Your feet can't feel
shit, floss shit Like it don't cost shit, that's why I'm Tha Boss, bitch Got a million worth of cars, bought a million dollar house From making words
I'm a hoe I'm not a hoe I'm not a hoe I'm not a hoe I'm not a hoe I'm not a hoe I'm not a hoe Is it okay if I play my guitar right about now, is it
many times my mind was locked up and we passionately stare Play the role like you don't matter, he swears that we hate each other But in reality we can't
pretty little apron This goes to those that own a mouth full of Sean's load Thanks for starting, now you're barking down the wrong road Sacrifice plays a
broad I could send a clique cartridge at a nemesis target And catch a ROR on some Jena 6 charges (naw) Naw, I'll put this thing away I don't even need a
never try me cause right behind me your killer team I get a word cut the head off a nigga like a guillotine This Hennessey'll keep me calm though Sittin
, Buddha All that shit, I'm fucked up in this motha fucka And Hennessey don't help and Hennessey don't help Thug passion in this motha fucka Makaveli the don
passion all up in me feelin' like I took some Henne It ain't easy I'm tryin' to make a dollar out of two pennies What we got with these rap niggas wanna
wouldn't notice? *THINK ABOUT IT) Okay, I've died a thousand, and I'll die a thousand more, I leave footprints in fours, two for bi-peds, two more to