I'm bringing back ghosts that are no longer there I'm gettin' hard on myself sittin' in my easy chair Well, there's three people in the mirror and I'm
, Xzibit stand underground like the roots of a tree, watered three times a day Forty ounce Olde E, like a magnifying glass making it easier to see,
I'm not always there when you call, but I'm always on time And I gave you my all, now baby be mine C'mon and get a piece of this late-night lover You
dirty brown they love Me. I mess up my livin' room, and studio with my money, A G-note is purple, grape juice stains on the front piece of, My lapel,
Please believe me That I'm fly as hell I got a rack of broads I call it my clientele Tigers at the wing Two girls that's a three piece Now you see why
feathers that they stuf in the dear I pack two barettas, never bust in their ear Twist your shit back, spit 'til my gats is back Pack four pieces like
Betty got nice brain Now they thankin', I'm disturbed, believe me I'm quite sane See we managed to find them flows, somehow, it's easy y'all Take the
to get by Ask Him why some people got to live in a trailer, cuss like a sailor I paint a picture with the pen like Norman Mailer Me and Willa raised three
get by Ask him why some people got to live in a trailer, cuss like a sailor I paint a picture with the pen like Norman Mailer Me and Willa raised three
thing right And havin' one of my co-workers Say, "Yo you look just like This kid I seen in the old Busta Rhymes Video the other night" Well easy come, easy
But if them cock suckers ever get me dead right Three hots and the cops swallow weed and a knife, right? I speed at night, take it easy in the day Go
get rinsed And don't worry 'bout me I won't approach the bench Now let's roll out and get that paper retho It might look easy but it's not sweet though
three at your cherry M-3 Bang every MC easily, busily Recently niggaz frontin' ain't sayin' nuttin' So I just speak my peace, keep my piece Cubans with
work about two or three miles Mom I'm gonna struggle witcha I'm gonna help you see the bigger picture You gave me something no one could take away You made it so easy
Well, my daddy left home when I was three And he didn't leave much to ma and me Just this old guitar and an empty bottle of booze Now, I don't blame him
fresh and smellin good Jack boys plottin' for my stacks on deck Wanna put the tech to my chest for the ice on my neck Oh yeah, it's easy to attain it
they got scrilla then I'm gorilla If they figure I'm a killa 'Cause I'm a nigga Your prostitutes wear high heeled boots My prostitutes wear three piece
