Lyrics:
she needed a new plan
She had me up on three felonies
Caused by a severe case of jealousies
And to feed her desire for injustice
An appetite for
gone by, I
Trying to find the reasons why, I
I always seem to make you cry, I
Just don't know why
Well could it be
You always running in the streets
on your side
(Fumes on the beat)
The devil in me, demon in me
I had six but I let go of three
Told my bredrin, "Let go of me"
He said, "Calm down
Three boys working on a slave gang
Chained in the cottage at night
Killed the overseer, broke down the door
Now they gonna shoot us on sight
Night
of sad adjectives
And all of them apply it's fucked up
Because she suffered then she dies
But for this woman it was
Just tougher to be alive if you rewind
I pour my feelings in a bottle
I drink it down, I swallow
I don't care for tomorrow
I'm diving deep in my sorrows
Somebody help me
I'm drowning in
Don't know why I'm still here
Waiting at your door
To give you everything
But I'm not what your asking for
You never treat me well
But my heart
Yeah yeah, yeah, come on now!
Somebody, somebody, somebody
If you wanna party, say 'party' (Party)
Say 'party' (Party) nineteen ninety three
JJ
the morning, my phone ringing
I'm thinking, "Who the fuck is this," on the other line screaming
Told em, "Keep down," but they was breathing hard
It was my
the years
[Post-Chorus]
But if you just let go
And fall into the garden that you grew (Oh-uh-uh-uh)
You would finally know
That you don’t have to be somebody
knocking down the door
Yeah uh
This Life be up and down
That shit go round and round
This shit so merry go
Feel like a roller coast
She be so bittersweet
pills
So I ripped out the door
All the covers down on the floor
No shoes, I just walk on my tears
Callin' him over and over and over again
While I'm
Stacking up in the bank, the layers on the cake-a
Thinking like Jimmy, Tami, oh it's low down
Niggas be getting mad as I go 'round like Pac
The shit don't
(Lil' Wayne)
Guerilla.....what!!!..what!!!....untamed guerilla
(Juvenile)
Everyday I hear somebody bustin' choppers
They be makin' it hot
stop my breathing
I'm not fine
But I can pretend to be
Just try to torture me
(I won't listen)
Time flies by
But I'm not having fun
No thanks to anyone
when I die, straight down, but I'm plottin'
We all gots to go but who wants to be forgotten?
I'm a leave a mark, and it won't be the mark of the devil
demonstrated as killers
My homie was framed and locked up, in three months he got a baby
I know that be sounding crazy, but you gonna have to believe me
When I
goes his mother left him on a church step
First step was out the front door then the first left
Down the block to the spots where the worst kept
Thirty
"HEY WHERES THE BEEF? I don't
Think there's anybody back there"
I got the whole Force after me cause i be out
All night, hard white, makin
Door
You'll get drug into submission
Down eighty five in an Expedition somebody call a physician
Man, I'm a Gemini half Musician
Other half Electrician
Cause
My whistle under the archways
Still echoes down the street
All the way back to Deptford days
And nights down by The Creek
Notes as big as river
and squeeze, nigga, breeze
Down upstairs, get Pacino and bees and more toast
They gettin' close, nigga, Larry
These niggas should be buried
The situation's
and learn
I don't diss nobody to be somebody
I just like to kick the flavor to make the people party
See all I'm sayin, is respect due
Those who tried
"To open the door on the rest of the world!"
"And step out, falling free, two miles"
"Straight down!"
"Straight down!"
"Straight down!"
"You go for it!"
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