jail 4 times for those In these streets I done seen too much Too many people I love done had they fuckin' head bust So much pain in my life, you don
Destiny opens her eyes For the first time, praise God, baby mom's cryin' Planned to be a strong black family But we both were too young, too strung, too much
me, this the sh-t you like to knock on your yachts boat shoes on, walls full of Basquiats you aint like me, you just automatic starting you like me, you
rest my case kelis...wow i hate her so much right now "my milkshake brings all the boys to the yard". who gave you her record deal oh my god. nas
take it to these motherfucking streets, yo Yo, throw your 3's up [Benzino] Lord I'm crying out, help me get my shit together They tryin to put me back
bad lyrically, it ain't even funny, I ain't even hungry, it ain't even money, you can't pay me enough for you to play me, it's cockamanie, you just ain
publication, the same one that made me famous Now the owner of it, has got a grudge against me for nothin'? Well fuck it, that motherfucker could get it too
, fuck gold chains and sneakers I had dat, when cocaine was cheaper Yo, who this fake nigga soundin like me? You wanna be me, but can't see a thousand like me
't get back, for the five burroughs Verse 2: AZ So in God I trust, I lust for a 850-deluxe And in too, I touch a million-plus, ain't much to discuss
be on a manhunt You couldn't catch me in the streets without a ton of reefer That's like Malcolm X catching the Jungle Fever King poetic, too much flava
: Love, hate, mistakes Tell me watcha think is goin' on (whatchu think, huh?) Debates all day Tell me watcha think is goin' on (what's goin' on girl?) Too, late, heartbreak Tell me
it's da reason (Uh, uh) Love, hate, mistakes Tell me what you think is goin? on Debates all day Tell me what you think is goin? on Too late heart break Tell me
' Dope sell itself, saw my cd steady pressin' It can't see me, I flow so freely, you motherfuckers more slimier than seaweed Jus' to pee-wee, son you watchin' too much
a kid, you don't live what you rap about King poetic, too many haters to count Too much paper to count, QB bitch Join me in war, many will live, many
Get your papes on, play on playa It's kinda hard for a playa like you But let me show you how a **** like me get revenue What you never do is punk out
fuck, nigga Bitch, I ain't buyin' no pussy Nigga, you'll die if you push me Nigga, you know I'm holy Bitch, picture me rollin' Hooker probably for
had us both in the zone But you know the rules, both been schooled by older dudes I know the jewels No time for them thoughts, too much to lose Just tryin
had to write you It's beyond tryin' to enlight you It's a token of appreciation for bein' that poet with no abbreviations Much respect from us all wish you much