She's a different kinda lady She's not often understood She's a different kinda lady She's not often understood She was my best friend, my playmate
and watch the sheeps scatter My enemies never turn into friends, my friends turn into enemies You scared then get the fuck around me Record execs, know not to play wit' my
My mother left me alone and I never met my dad I've been abnormal since birth tryin' to wreck the pad I've was raised by my Gramps since I was three
peace on the streets, but realistically Paintin' perfect pictures ain't never work, my misery was so deep Couldn't sleep through all my pressures In my
of the day you'll be on my jock My name's Malik my hobby's putting MC's to the test And if you front I'll put my foot up in your friggin' chest Freestyle
cook up drugs and hold my ground while other yougsters ran Gotta be a man, so my plan is to pursue my dreams My family's gotta eat so I'm gon keep on
my grandmas house sell out a fuckin show in london just to end up on couches i hate my fuckin life, but when i make that announcement my hero calls my
stresser Dealin' with the peer pressure The pressure, dealin' with the peer pressure (You gotta find a way to deal with) The pressure, dealin' with the peer pressure
me now I'm making my move come on and love me now --------------------------------------------------------------------------- Wash my hands Washed my hands of crimes Pour the water over my skin, my spine Cleanse my soul and ease my
face with a broom My moms on her period, my dad's in my room (daddy no!) I got ten rocks and I need to get out I told him in five minutes, out my own
get in line, Get in line." Well you know, They asked us to stay for tea and have some fun, Oh, oh, he said that his friends would all drop by, ooh.
Simmer, who got the keys to my Bimmer Who am I? The girls dem sugar How can I make love to a fellow? In a rush, pass mi di keys to my truck Who am I?
'm my own worst enemy With friends like y'all, the fuck needs enemies? I beat, I stab, I kill my enemies Refuse to let you waste my energy [xzibit]
riot, In these paper-thin walls. And when the place comes ablaze with a thousand dropped names I don't know who to call. But I got a friend over there
time She took my heart and my mind, turned me to a life of crime Now I'm, under pressure to impress her I wake up, put on my bullet proof vestin grab
by some candles the table in my kitchen gots a chip up in the glass i misplaced my records and i smoked all my kamels and the pressure from the faucet