Or K.L., for beatin a coward to death I feel y'all, so feel me, even if y'all guilty Time y'all niggas come home, the god'll be filthy Even though by
now I am back for ya But it's like we never bounced, platinum from word of mouth Hottest niggas out Alot better, the shit's too strong I'm home now, daddy
at the place of jewels, let the white man love it (hahaha) I'm too much, got bitches out for me Bring 'em home, give 'em they choice of balcony She said
t let me be misunderstood I gotta 10 fifty-fo' under the hood Several stages of lifespan, damned if I would be a dope when it's not a laughin matter Modern
uphill but, not when you get down [Aceyalone] Sticks and stones, flesh and bones +Organic Electricity+ chromosomes I'm home alone, but not by choice
that's a fact, I'm a Libra y'all 180 degrees but not that hot So whether or not you find the answer is really not the plot (Really not the plot) Because
street passion Every ghetto needs a Thug Mansion A place where death doesn't reside Just thugs who collide Not to start beef, but spark trees No cops rollin' by
I took you home from a party and we kissed in fun A few stolen kisses and no harm was done Instead of stopping when we could, we went right on 'Til suddenly
even trust a bitch might have to Leave her alone I had to dig a ditch shit so rigoris dillin with Haters,snitches,and bitches get there brains gone find a new home
to say good-bye at the funeral home what's goin on 4 nights and a rainy day to the cemetery found I'd be home Come close to a call for mama she sees her
We will not falter by design. Guidance opens doors, and paths for us to find. Focus, needed, to part the waves and bring this home. Our passions overshadow
damn crease See momma work her fingers to the bone to make me a happy home But I chose the wrong, steppin' out on my own Intrigued by them big-league
's death Would be a blessing to us all Good choice? Bad choice? Out of three you've chosen misery Power and wisdom you deny (Bad choice, bad choice)
choice but to kill her Only now I had understood what I had done I left the scene of the crime quickly and went home I can't live with the thoughts
die feel my tears but do not cry take me home is this the end? i messed up, i'm bad luck i take it out on me repremend me the choices, the voices
lies - there is home) But I am lost and have no shelter - nothing I can call my own. This soul consumed by inside outrage never had a choice An anger
up all night by the monitor's light And sleeping through the afternoon Well, I won't tell you how you gotta be You're old enough to make a choice It
callin' to see, if possible, if you have any time today Or within the next couple of days If, if, you're in the studio or if you're at home or car,