lost inside Enemy's lines a hostile cry Alone with no one by my side To guide me through the dark of night Yet before my fears consume me thin These
landed lost inside Enemy's lines a hostile cry Alone with no one by my side To guide me through the dark of night Yet before my fears consume me thin These
Intro: Mase Yo yo, this Mase, youknowhatI'msayin? You got niggaz that don't like me for whatever reason You got niggaz that don't wanna see me rich You
, no 20's in my gun Your Cutlass motor knockin', because it is a lemon My rifle Georgia peaches, but you look more like a lemon These sour apple bitter
Then I thought about my dogs on the block Kinda understand why they chose a stealin' rock Was it the hair that got me this far? All these girls, these cribs, these
for loot, niggas hustle and shoot In the Garden State, it grows stink weeds and criminals Government funds are minimal, oppression's subliminal These days
's the biggest ball of twine in Minnesota Oh, what on earth would make a man decide to do that kind of thing? Oh, windin' up twenty-one thousand, one
yo' ear You're drop-dead gorgeous, sip till we nauseous And then we're gonna bounce, bounce, shake 'em Room with a pool just one rule, get naked Yeah, you got a girl, your deadline's extended One
am from the hood, hood, hood, hood, hood These hoes pouring love, love, love, love, love My gear is off the hook, hook, hook, hook, hook I look like a model, 7 days
I ain't your homie If your name aint Em, Ferrari or Tony I like my wheel chromey My Bentley my Rolly My Magnum my forty South Jamaica shawty these losses
what ifs, could bes, one days, if onlys No more what ifs, could bes, one days No more what ifs, could bes, if onlys No more what ifs, could bes, one
, that's Texas, baby Ball and G, that's Memphis, baby $hort Dog, that's Oakland, baby Ain't nothin' but pimpin' these days, G My n*** C got locked up But these
thirteen G's, all mine, didn't give Teddy Gram one dime Now listen real close 'cuz it might be hard to follow Chris told Ted it was fifty thousand dollaz
' my coke You know I'm a sicko, sicko like my local pubs owner What was Stanley Suk and ball screwdriver, straight canvas soldier I'ma fuck ya, thought you love me I mean these days
how im a sicko sicko like my local pubs owner what was stanley suck and ball screwdriver straight camden artist soldier im a thug yeah i thought that you loved me, i mean these days
these youths today, rollin' round with 38s Stickin brothas for the white gold chains like Look I didn't mean to hurt you mate Back in the day I used to roll with like
I'm any harm init? Think again I'll take your wallet nicely, Chat-up your wife to be, middle class daddy's girl, I think I need to get me one And your one
s one fiery place Metallic projectiles fly in ya face And leave you like human garbage lyin' in drains I've gotta keep my eyeballs open The only thing that'll minus the pain like
