to promote the 'comeback singles collection '90-'94'. lyrics taken from careful listening. I dream of home again A thousand voices call to me A cry that
a moth to the flame. [Roxie Hart] A moth? [Billy Flynn] Now I am a man who will assist and you're a butterfly. Crushed on a wheel! [Roxie Hart] Wait
to be a better son, a better friend, a better man, a better whatever So the next time I walk this path again I'll walk it with a true friend You may
better than them And if your man front - he can get eleven in him And if you told them once - then you better tell him again Ay yo, now let's see Who
ve never adjusted to sociable livin' The friends that he knows, they're all strangers to me Thousands of miles from Blackie, Kentucky In a mansion with a
you better be the smoothest criminality 'Cause I'm deadly to the point I had to warn the Surgeon General So let the women know, they call Captain Slave-a
My chocha's tighter than a traffic jam That's tight Coochie like drugs, I'm a thousand grams Got fiends from New York to the islands, damn Had a bitch
Die, stomp on a nigga, just like a herd of a thousand cattle That'll travel over your face and frazzle your shit Shot you, worst than a brick and then
your crew to collide with me Die, stomp on a nigga, just like a herd of a thousand cattle That'll travel over your face and frazzle your shit Shot you, worst than a
trifle, so my impact's a twenty gauge rifle Fifty-fifty eight and thirteen inches of weapon 7 1 8 to 2 1 3 on the 747 Three strikes, two tokes, once again
, voted for black women like Terry Macmillan Save a prayer for me, I was told no guts no glory I shed a tear once in a while, too But a soldier gots
a winner Then ah - if she is first rate and on the first date She says no, be patient, don't push her, just wait Because a woman is a gift to a man They
much u cant sleep? every minute by ur side is heaven 2 me baby gurl everytime i look in2 ur eyes i wanna kiiss ur lips and tell u a thousand times
s the last time I saw her But thousands of more horror and on-line Gomorra And Sodom They got 'em with they curls out And they got a better sales pitch
tighter than a traffic jam) That's tight (Coochie like drugs, I'm a thousand grams) (Got fiends from New York to the islands) Damn Had a bitch that wanted
to come in and ice grill I'm in the back higher than a light bill Ya chick grindin' on the kid high off a white pill I'm tryin' to get a little played
the mic a tug I give the world a hug I give skies a kiss I give suckers a kiss Some people like my old styles better than this but [Iriscience] Yo I'