'm in front of some man No he's a youngin but he's got a gun in his hand He looks fifteen, he looks frantic, no he looks afraid Immediately apprehensive
kissed my cheek And I saw the tears wellin' up in her troubled eyes When she started to speak She looked at a pitiful shack and then she looked at me
start lookin' over the situation, and stop causin' all this trouble, and be a good 'ol nigger instead. And quit lookin' for a handout To get somethin' fee Quit lookin' for
jail attempted murder, fifteen years in the Pen But for his kin, if he had to do it again he'd still get him He wasn't gone for a month, and his lil'
Waldo Jeffers had reached his limit. It was now Mid-August which meant that he had been separated from Marsha for more than two months. Two months, and
Waldo Jeffers had reached his limit. It was now mid-August which meant that he had been separated from Marsha for more than two months. Two months, and
are watchin Nigga caught up in the hustle Fuck flippin packages and tyin up, minx and rings I bubble Trouble's what I look for in stores on expensive
go through another round Tuesday night is when the storm's gonna settle down, Had a glance, circumstance, Stone cold, trouble bound, She's the one, all alone, I come lookin
still probably at dinner and anyway I felt really bad and didn't want to talk to anybody anyway but the snowflakes were so beautiful and real looking
without it would go From the concrete who knew that a flower would grow Lookin' down from the top and it's crowded below My fifteen minutes started
just don't get in the way of my chedda Man cause I'm a Drama Setter I don't go looking for no trouble but somehow the trouble always finds me Don't make
without it would go From the concrete who knew that a flower would grow Lookin' down from the top and it's crowded below My fifteen minutes started an
: Waldo Jeffers had reached his limit. It was now mid-August which meant that he had been separated from Marsha for more than two months. Two months,
I'm in front of some man No he's a youngin but he's got a gun in his hand He looks fifteen, he looks frantic, no he looks afraid Immediately apprehensive
keep to chicks next to me like Kelly I mean that chick from H-town had that hit with Nelly Candy paint slick as a new bottle of K.Y. Jelly I'm looking for
(feat. Billy Bathgate) Look... I'm here to make a mil off of fifteen bricks I rob for, can't see me workin' for Job Corps It's Gates, dog A little