still i sat and i listened, i didn't walk away, painful ears bleed music so sweet, touching darkness we sit, I knew i had seen this before, i'll write
yola case Damn I'm struck like the ? that's all I can say Cuz I be countin down from 20 years, every 365 days In the game when you stuck, you stuck up
Someone up there must have heard my prayers and somehow send you my way I give you my heart I give you my soul I give you my night and day Say it again
, I gotta empty clips These niggas ain't shit (I thought you knew, nigga?) That's why my shit stay cocked, I blast if I have to [Chorus] Oh,he's a mark and
don't work mane I'm telling you I got mouths to feed filthy and hella bills to pay And I be legal myself my nigga this nigga on his way And ain't nobody
dice (I got those) Dopefiend paradise (zombies) Leeches and parasites Restless and sleepless nights {yawn} Pistols and fistfights Po-pos on feet and bikes
say You just try and cross me and see if I mean it You just try and cross me and see if I mean it You can't expose me to the police? You can't e-you can
dude and I stick to the rules I'm a real nigga best believe it, I live it and I breathe it I tell it like it is and I call it how I see it My potna used
you know I only smoke a Philly wit' famalama I got a bitch in Atlanta and everytime I fuck her yo it's on camera and I'm the freak type get head then
my eyes open I got locked up I wanna go I wanna go back home I gotta I gotta go back home I wanna go I wanna go back home I gotta I gotta go back home
that?s what I?m sayin?. This love got me high, I?m soaring. Baby girl, you know I live for it, and I?ll never, ever hurt you. Without you there?s no life
Y Shit crackin all night, gotta hear it all types I'm to the pavement, my nights and days wit (uh-huh) While you stare in amazement, I'm hotter than Cajun
I can ?? rock and duck ?? rumps that's fatter Like, I know we're slickin, right at the stoplight Pulled the Jag up, you get bagged up like this was Shop-Rite I
see you's a bitch nigga And at your concert you in dirt, and we won't miss nigga I guess you jealous of the Benzo, on Lorenzo's And your jacks and fools
Like me and any other kid who cared about books But then I got wise and I begin to listen To the wack teachers and the wick-wack system My mother put
Let's go on, put the past behind You are my sunshine, and let's make it like old times We together, like A and B And I cannot see, you not being a part
