old full of doubt and defeat Growing up around criminals, with clout and deceit My grandma Loucelle used to tell me, you about what you reap She used to help me
to me once more The fit and fury of Lenore, nameless here forever more And the silken sad uncertain, rustling of the purple curtain Thrilled me, filled
holla at me lata' Don't you know I'm managed by Violator (They shootin'), I'm exterminator I look good, so hate me hater Me and my girls drinkin', where
we all stunners with lil' money but still hungry True story, once threw a nigga from a two storey Asked for my paper, said, "There's nothin' he can do for me
, you wow, doubt man, who wow "Bout it, Bout it", niggaz be claimin they be the Ice Cream Man, but I doubt it, doubt it, be rowdy, hit the paper
me towards a happy life Ah, ah, ahh Tell me, beauty Is this all we've worked for? You deserved more Then you say you love me Say you love me I will oblige
can't I free your doubtful mind and melt your cold, cold heart? Another love before my time made your heart sad and blue And so my heart is paying now for
been hurting for a long time You've been playing for a long time You know it's true I've been holding for a long time And you've been running for a
sync with you I'm going to extremes to show a gentle man You know I'm not as hard as you believe Try for you, and cry for you Never call me heartless
them the eye Baby, out in the street I just feel all right Meet me out in the street, little girl, tonight Meet me out in the street Meet me out
are dying My man got AIDS, he was hit hard To get laid, he paid a crack head for a five dollar quick job In the ghettos this stuff you have to find
th grade I hated school (Wished it had blown up) No doubt I couldnt wait to get out (And be a grown up) But let me finish this reminiscin and tellin Bout
Tryin To Get Paid But She Rather Have Me Home Tryin To Get Laid She Keep A Good Real House She Can Cook She Can Clean No Doubt She Keep Herself Looking
worth living, should i blast myself? i got problems but too much pride for me to ask for help. so is life worth living, should i blast myself? [Verse 1] tell me
babies, y'all ain't family If y'all don't hear me, y'all don't feel me My album is bulletproof, y'all can't kill me In 2003 the lease is up We on the
everybody from Brooklyn to West coast is buggin' All these gang wars, Big, show me a sign As for your son I'ma raise Shorty like he was mine (No doubt
love me for me Somebody I can love for them All this money don't mean shit If you ain't got nobody to share it with Love rules the world, you feel me
good Forget, I'm not sure I could They say time heals everything But I'm still waiting I'm through with doubt There's nothing left for me to figure
