I think you got me wrong, I ain't that type of cat And if you're tryin' to step to the dog I'll have to bite you back I saw DMX break him apart, take
they'd get. At the moment that I'm singing, the story's far from through; The next verses in the ballad may be partly up to you. Now if you don't believe
I'm not tryin to tell ya what to do You have your own freedom of choice who to listen to You knew good from bad, fair from foul, right from wrong Now
out I'm not tryin to tell ya what to do You have your own freedom of choice who to listen to You knew good from bad, fair from foul, right from wrong
