you, you should leave him 'Coz sista, you don't need him And I ain't tryin' to gas ya up, I just call 'em how I see 'em You know it makes me unhappy
Well, come on, come on, take money Come on, come on, take money Come on, come on, wassup nigga? First off, fuck your bitch and the click you claim West
I'm still on the search, sometime I go to church Seven deuce old school Cadillac with the skirts And I speak for motherfuckers on the couch and the flo
You and Scott La Rock, back to back in them Beemers (Yeeeah) I was just a young'n on the corner, I'm a slinger You was on ya album cover, finger on tha
's time to begin again Forgot what I already knew, aiyyo you hear me friend? Illuminati want my mind, soul, and my body Secret society, tryin' to keep they eye on me But I
ditch, tell your neighborhood bitch To miss me with that hoe shit Cause i'mma get this nigga when he surface And that's on everything I love, I gots
when I'm on the streets and When I'm at a show I see my niggas is defeatin The purpose, no longer am I nervous I told you, you shittin on me, I'm comin
And puttin' dubs on them bitches, they callin' 'em scrapers I'm tryin' to keep it as real as I can, man You know I came in top ten on the SoundScan I
what I can run through And half naked in the summer, I'm collecting numbers I tell 'em keep it on the under, waiting for the sun up Go down so I can
a price on your head I was born all alone, I'ma die all alone (Yeah) So I ride all alone, from a soldier to a general I taught myself, went to court
on Bad Boys Niggas fuck for Life Plus Puffy tryin' to see me weak Hearts I rip Biggie Smalls and Junior Mafia Some mark ass bitches We keep on coming
, sweet love slip away I wish you wouldn't pass me by 'cause I'd be so lonely without ya Something's telling me to just keep on tryin' I could never give up on
out your mind Try to replace bad times with smiles Let it out Out right now I know it's hard to talk about You gotta keep going on with your life Letting
wage Somethin' small, somethin' simple as a pass back stage But now I lay me, down to creep And I pray the Lord my soul to keep Afro Angel, born against
' So, it's only right I keep it tight and take care of 'em And, you can have 'em for the rest of your life But I'm just tryin' to have the rest of the
One: B.G. I'm tryin' to do right But I'm surrounded by wrong Avoid the all night flight And still make it on my own I'm tryin' be cool Do what I gotta
tellin' I wanna go to Heaven, up to that Promised Land I need another chance, I wanna meet that Man Money, my motivator, my mouth, my money maker No, I