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of wrong turns on the road
Finding his life
By the grace of God he ended up
With a little boy and a wife
And the phone call came from his sister
It was that
ya face & she's outta place
What you need to tell her is... PUMP YA BRAKES
If you're out with your girls & he's pressin' you hard
What you need
I wonder if I take you home
Will you still love me after this night?
Mike was the hard head from the around the way
That she wanted all her life,
pawns beneath the sky
Change the race by reason, and ashes just the wind
The left is so our we're breathin', keep ourself from givin' in
[Killah Priest
Verse 1:  Bizzy Bone
I'm sending a message to warn you imposters
All hating in my business
When I see you I'm a drop you
Get slugged and get drugged
like this could even make the devil commit suicide 
hung from a tree on Johannesburg with no parachute 
Big-Bigfoot captured by UFO's 
Haloes were
waxed by body she let me crash
She knew her loving was def, she didn't waste time to ask

[Hook]

Up the next morning, feeling good as hell
Sleeping
I’m just a drifter, in endless seas of whispers
I just need some shelter, give me shelter from the wind

Oh yeah, I thought I’d have it figured out by
to make your daughter cry
I apologize a trillion times

My baby's drama mama, don't like me
She be doing things like having them boys come from her
Straight out the gate boy right from the door
Seen you through the crowd just shining like gold
Wanted to join you doin' that two step but I waited
drink wit us
Makin' funky music is a must
(We're not done!)
(We're not done!)

First of all, my rhymes be hurtin' y'all
Try to step up, you be
could pass for the baby dad
And when she asked, everybody, son, it made them laugh
It's like her heart was a plane that was made to crash
From
to make your daughter cry
I apologize a trillion times

My baby's drama mama, don't like me
She be doing things like having them boys come from her
to make your daughter cry
I apologize a trillion times

My baby's drama mama, don't like me
She be doing things like having them boys come from her
you want to be, 
You're gonna have to learn pimpology.
Pimpology, a pimp's profession.
Can't be effected by the Great Depression.
So if you want
winter, like Detroit in December
Yo bitch kept beggin me, to put the dick up in her
She was riding on it hard, and feeling the turbulence
I hit it from
the free
Fallen within the cracks, I wish that you could see
She buried her misery, within society
It's obvious, you have no regard for me

Caught up in
teeth
I call it "speaking tongues"
Do it! Do it!
Now you speaking my language
From where they twist and talk with they fingers
Man but this ain't no sign
a friend at home, says "I wish you were here
Oh how I wish you were here"

I talk to a stranger to pass the time,
Says, "How are you, boy, 'cause I'm
[Featuring 2Pac] 
2Pac: 
Nigga, we doin' this shit from Cleveland to L.A., nigga, whatever you 
niggas want. We bringin' it! Thug luv, nigga.
(hey) see (hey) see (hey) see
Sitting on top of the world

I know them haters don't stop plotting and wish you would fall
Cause I'm standing on top
WooHoo!

Shine!
Make 'em wonder what you've got,
Make 'em wish that they were not
On the outside looking bored.
Shine!
Let it shine before all men.
profession.
Can't be effected by the Great Depression.
So if you want to be giant sized,
Come to my school.  Get pimp-matized.
In your school, what do they
cry
I apologize a trillion times

My baby's drama mama, don't like me
She be doing things like having them boys come from her neighborhood
To the studio
cry
I apologize a trillion times

My baby's drama mama, don't like me
She be doing things like having them boys come from her neighborhood
To the studio