people but I’m just wonderin’ why You haven’t taken (my life? x3) Like what the hell am I (doing right? x3) (My Life x3) [Verse 3: The Game] Walk through
bustin' your head black You believe I'm comin' strong, you believe I'm all grown You believe, that nigga, I love to get it on You half steppin' I got
again And Johnny Rio and Rotten Rita You'll never see those faces again This Halloween is something to be sure Especially to be here without you There
i rather be without you , [ i rather be without you] than be here with you while you do what you want to [than be here with you while you do what you
young fellow But without further a do, because I know you've been waitin' Still writin' in his diary, the 2nd entry My mama said, "Can you give her 3
3rd like Christ Without my physical portion My spirit a poltergeist for sure I'll be back through the heist tomorrow Blood over y'all fake niggas door What you thought? What you
and lay down the snaps I get down Niggas can't touch what me and Bun puttin' down Now down and pump round and distribute kees You sleep six feet I tear
a tab that read 'Pull here' Writin? back and forth in notebooks for a full year I used to daydream about Ms. Magnus And the type of fantasies you kind
letters with a tab that read ?pull here? Writin? back and forth in notebooks for a full year I used to daydream about Ms. Magnus The type of fantasies you
hood, come and just, scare you up You don't - be in the hood, you a weak-ass clown And when you come through, you have your niggaz holdin you down And
every time we had it out You would go to the door I chase behind you And I talk you back down to the floor You said that you needed time Could you get
t even know my name it's always been the same I just lay my head down and drown in my spit Nobody even notices I'm here ''cause I ain't shit I'm hearing
Where you at? Why you here? Are you happy? Do you care? Why's my pain look just like yours? Something that you can?t ignore Come from behind closet doors
up on the back of your neck I'm comin for you haters, little bitches you are You can run, you can hide, but you won't get far Bullets for your credits
down, When I come to your town, I shut this bitch down, & niggas wonder why i ain't be comin around, I get my whip game right &, I shut this bitch down
I'm Far I'm Coming. (Baby I'll Be Right Over.) [Ja Rule:] Yess Im Feelin Myself Especially Right Now Your Doors Will Lift Up The Top Will Come Down You
' 'em broke Rule 3, if you ever get some bread to buy a key Make sure the nigga you getting it from don't work for the MPD Rule 4, if you ever try to
don?t forget the baby And bitch, I?ve been hot But you don?t know me from Satan And if you?re Manning up You better show me you?re Peyton But you pussies