Craft, Craft Lover I don't want it, that's why I'm rarely seen in public If I were you I wouldn't waste time readin' rubbish I don't care what you say
I ain't saying I'm tough But if it's beef I don't speak, I ain't saying "What's up" If it's beef when we meet then I'm spaying shit up Prraat prraat.
I'm sittin' there starin' in this DJ face And all he askin' me about is the Freeway tape I'm like, "If I ain't right you can say I'm wrong But Mr. DJ
! Oo, oo, ooo Yeah i'm sorry, I can't afford a ferrari, But that don't mean I can't get you there. I guess he's an xbox and i'm more atari, But the way
! Oo, oo, ooo Yeah I'm sorry, I can't afford a ferrari, But that don't mean I can't get you there. I guess he's an xbox and I'm more atari, But the way
way better than me It don't really matter to me, because I'm done with it now The maturity level that I'm at isn't even fun for a child So set your mouse
t right back I mean when I say I'm going to call you right back I call you right, back And I mean I just don't understand why your not answering the phone
a minute you don't like me, Well I don't like you These fakers sayin' that they real but I see right through The old me, that was the realest person I
don't like me, Well I don't like you These fakers sayin' that they real but I see right through The old me, that was the realest person I knew The new
about time that it stops I can't handle this death shit I know I'm soundin' selfish Between my life and they past and I'm highly effected I can't walk
t no way, I won't let you down. If you let me I will show you how, (I like what I see). [Chorus:] Ain't no way (ain't no way), I'm gone let you down (
had me dat don't matter no mo (oooaawwooo) And I don't wanna lie and sey I'm a take it away, when I kno I won't (girl I kno I can make you forget about
because I don't wanna fuss and fight (Funk dat) Baby I wanna talk, about you and me This ain't the way it's 'sposed to be I don't wanna be alone, so bring
when they talk about me But I love it when they talk about me I got a lil too prissy, I didn't expect y'all twisted tryna get me But I'm a need that
cat {gone} I know what I'm about, you can keep your feed-back Record label hate me 'cause I talk like I'm broke {gone} They try to build my image but
Peaches & Traci) (C-Murder talking) Fuck them bitches Ladies, I ain't forget about y'all I'm down for my bitches too you heard me TRU Records respect us I
a killer that I'm iller than he is See, and I'm a G since it's me and my peeps, please Look I'm the quickest no stitches, hit switches And I love these