Lyrics:
she got
[Keyshia Cole] Charles you go first
[Polow da Don] Well me and she'll, we got dis crazy ass idea
She sing, I rap we was thinkin' 'bout makin'
duck MC's get flat, muthfuckas
Yeah
1993
And it's still me
A rappin brother from L.A., the cool T
Diss a brother, hate a brother, I still come back
With
wrong
The prosecution wasn't very long
Start stackin' months on me like hotcakes
And in the morning I was headed upstate
For shankin' a fool who'll
you still my nigga too
If me and Doobie spoke I know by now we a tape or two
All them freestyles we used to spit and never seen the booth
Back when Macc
but I can't play fool
There's options in break up, you ever play pool?
Better do you cause I damn sure does me
And what your buzz be is only because
Homie was from Harlem, flyest nigga in his crew
She could tell he was a dope boy by the way he moved
He said he wanna take me out for dinner & some food
death threats, LOL, I'm dead, I'm dead
Fools wanna see me fall and that's why they watch me step by step
Mans tryna get my Ps right now, don't care
you?
We haven't spotted them yet
But they're somewhere in the immediate vicinity
A 100 miles and runnin
Mc Ren, I hold the gun and
You want me
(E-40)
Yeah E-40 and the muthafuckin see-l-I-see-k in this muthafucka, you know
I got my cousin Kaveo on the muthafuckin side of me
We fin to spit
to make me rap like Will Smith
Shout out my brother Steve
You annoying motherfucker
Every day I know I could wake up 10: 30
11 o'clock that phone 'bout
'd think by now maybe I'd learn
Venom and veins
Poison my nerves
Break me down with your lust and lies
c drug like you don't compromise
Crawlin' down
'd think by now maybe I'd learn
Venom and veins
poison my nerves
Break me down with your lust and lies
A drug like you don't compromise
Crawlin' down
smile
I'd loose my life for you
So traumatized
Up through the night
I could of lost my life
But Jesus came
He set me free
So now I'm repping Christ
Mom I
Carolina hard-core ecstasy
She put a Doobie Brothers tape on
(La la la la la ahh la)
I had a Roger Daltrey cape on
(A Roger Daltrey cape on)
There was a bed
Doing my thang like I'm suppose to
You can't hang with us cause we don't know you!
Try to play me like a fool bitch you damn crazy
What's up with
to carry on
you know that song by Eminem and dido, stan
About that crazy emienem fan who wrote the letter
But eminem didn't write back and stan killed
he ain't
Crazy and start wondering
"God, what's the reason you made me? "
Maybe it ain't to be
Physically attractive just
So you can trap and capture
by that
That day I told you that was how I wanted me and my brothers to be and me and my niggas to be
And then we went to this little private party,
on a cruise row
We all deeper in the vision
That was crazy
Oh yeah, hell yeah
If you're asking if I make it
You think I'm playing dope
You think I'm playing
crazy crazy girl I need you by my side. Well, I start miss'n think'n about the kiss'n. Girl you got me on your line. I get a little crazy crazy girl I
a nine
Try to compete with me fool, you ain't competitive
Stop claiming my town, before I give your ass a sedative
Haymaker and uppercuts, hey nigga you
I got a heartbreak
They took my brother and they left me in a dark place
I gotta make it somehow I'm in a lost race
Growing up had to be home by
I got a heartbreak
They took my brother and they left me in a dark place
I gotta make it somehow I'm in a lost race
Growing up had to be home by
It's like a jungle sometimes
It makes me wonder how I keep from goin' under
Broken glass everywhere
People pissin' on the stairs, you know they
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