you baby I got mine You'll get yours, everyday Hear what I say, come on, yeah Oh, I got my baby (You get yours) Don't you know I got my baby (You get
me show how lifes a Bitch I went through drug money hustlin every day to get a taste Through gun or blood money Killin niggaz back then for a small face Got
the box 'Cause I'm not gonna be anybody that I'm not I always knew this day would come When I got off my back, found some motivation I've been living
me Playa, my real dogs they'll spit for me So if you want what's mine, you gots to have the heart I've seen 'em, come and I've seen 'em part If you
I'm just a small guy and I could break under the weight of her thighs maybe now I should quit my drinkin' what was I thinkin' oh god I've done it once
on mine to feel different What's the real sense of it? Bling bling, I know And did you know I'm the creator of the term I just straightened the perm Aint
the tree I only saw what I was seeking What I was made to see I cannot change What I don't understand And I was never taught To look again You know I
the door, maxine he go'n kill me Chill I got a friend cop, girl you don't know it's beef Three long kicks the hinges flew off Kids sreamin' they happy faced
fucked tonight? I swear I'll stick it in and up tight just right Yo sis, I've had to kill and shit Just blow my head pretty and I'll give you a slip
got me running round, like it made my life I ain't met a bitch yet, I would've made my wife And I ain't met a nigga yet I would've made my right Hand
playa, my own dogs, they'll spit fo me so if you want whats mine, you gots to have the heart I've seen em come and i've seen em part If you ain't
you gon' die Pressure I apply, no lie, I got just finished doin' 10 For what? for killin' my best friend And I'll murder again if I'm forced, then I must
nuts and I?m a loose screw Bitch I get big bucks, pockets on bruce bruce Yeah I talk that shit bitch I got bread, bitch I got toast Welcome to the murder
't true, I know I've been a fool I know I've got to wake, own up, I've been hung up All the time I knew I knew her love it just weren't true I know I
Dropped the baton Sunday waves and makes faces at us all the time And I'm wondering what I call mine Sunday waves and makes faces all the time And I'm wondering what I call mine
high your monkey jumps I'm gearing up not to get small I do it big or don't do it at all Ain't got no baggage that I can't use All day and all night
try, I'm bubbling mine If we don't get him now then we will in due time I bust enough shots to kill him two times, I do crimes I get caught then my mind
