to blame For betting so much on someone like you You've punished me with some more love Some more I found myself afraid of I should have let it go and let
ya, and it's so mysterious How many niggas wanna kill us will they run up? Come kill me hater, murder with the AK Play our, play our C Town, all the
Emmitt's 22's now its Jordan's I cruise But anyway Fo Sho I'm from the show me let me show you To drunk and out of town trying to kiss you like I know
like every thing's cool Gassing my chick for the whip dropping her off at school Under my covers and changing my channels Playing my CD's in my robes, another man's
got your bank stopped Singles on top Benjamins Under the rest of 'em Advancin' From duplex to mansion Stashing keys hidin' G's overseas VCR's in my V's
to do This fuckin' guy, that I speak to you about, is somethin' crazy He's somethin' insane, he's the greatest performer every since What's the guys name? Ol' Dirty James Brown, he's
cool man, I'm hoping tonight, nobody acts the fool and, Ruins this vibe that I've got going, Not knowing where I am, but this jam's growing man this
Never will another try to play On another killin' day So, if you want to come around our way You know C-Town's where slayers play Wonder what they gonna
this money I'll be making You know the streets end up, and I just can't let up Niggaz falling out of line, man they must catch up 'Cause the limo's, jacuzzi's
to bring this to an end And I'm caught up in reminscing Having faithful visions of long walks, long talks Play fights, late nights It's been on my mind since Valentine's
Disrespectin burners like cap, lickin off shots from clocktowers Play ring around the dead nation The Deadhead situation, situated to see-saw creation MC's
oooh-oo-ooh Just believe, something real freaky's going down Oooh-ooooh-oooh-oo-ooh Take a sip of this, and just let it relax your mind Oooh-ooooh-oooh
bless This kid that plays the game of chess. Let's travel to the endless feelings that oppress (where?) Often running From the truths that coming stunning to under
lil' nigga' that's what they told me I never sweated props cause like my pops they couldn't hold me Until he found shorty's got it going on, rolling on
first stop at my homeboys ranch I ask him "whats in the bag" he says "two acres of plants It's easy going in but hell gettin out I wanna make this paper
a clever poem let it be known I'm packin chrome and rollin phatter than eleven bones My crew's sicker than that AIDS shit While others get played quick
mine No more hand-to-hand contact I'm known for supplying Since I opened up this set 'chere This how it's gon' be Ain't nobody selling shit nigga Unless it's
