all, my balcony is glass and wifey's over (Bitches) but moneys over (Her) cause money's under (Nothin) my life is such a (Blur) that's not the way it
I stack another war, story and track Settle down for money; hungry cats peddle the crack Some strive to be the man but never make it that's the granted
armed with no choice- composed her poise then Relaxed back to her old wistful form "Music's the canvas and here's where the story's redrawn A few years
lean her head back to kiss her cracking lips And then her neck crack, also does her hips I must be gentle, my baby girl's a little rusty A little dusty
nigga like he stoled something Separate the pro's from the con's Ho's and the Don's Those from the John's ? from the time ? from the prime I spend
passin' me up for him? Now that's tragic This cat's got the sex appeal of a crack addict Sleepin' on me like craftmatics, that's played I'm hung like
the crack spitter, the black fitted low Give you that bit of information so You could know what you see when it's your time to go The diamond flow cut glass, crack
heard your raps they lack muscle I send you back to the block in a crack smuggle So them boys in blue and black can bust you Lock you away so them gay
: (Earl) It's the pick of the litter Mobbin' deep in the woods with six other niggers Yellin' at the trees like "Hey, hi mister" I'm Life Litter's official
her head back to kiss her cracking lips And then her neck crack, also does her hips I must be gentle, my baby girl's a little rusty A little dusty, but
her head back to kiss her cracking lips And then her neck crack, also does her hips I must be gentle, my baby girl's a little rusty A little dusty