Lyrics:
Spent time as a youth up in Spofford
Juvenile detentions
By '89 he was sentenced once
Out of the year, he did 6 months
Give or take
Maybe longer 'cause he
tree
It's in my veins to fight back
And I'ma test it 'till my niggas is the
Same way you know what I'm sayin'
When it come down to that
That's what
They got me locked in Spofford, the lil juvenile criminal
Two kids approach to put blades to my throat
They like my coat and ask me what I'm gonna
You looked back to see if I looked back,
And I looked back to see if you looked back
To see if I looked back to see
If you were lookin' at me!
I
planned out before my birth, nothing could I say
Had no chance to see myself, molded day by day
Looking back I realize, nothing have I done
Left to die
It's true, I'm a Rubik's a beautiful mess
At times juvenile, yes, I goof and I jest
A flawed human, I guess
But I'm doin' my best to not ruin your ex–
him
DMX wanna get down, well, you tell, homie
I'm on that Treach shit, I do my dirt all by my lonely
I should rob Clue, man, his shit did well
I
We always wear a great big smile we never do look sour
Travel all over the country playing by the hour
Take me back to Tulsa
Take me back to Tulsa,
Send me all your tired weak, your hungry sick disgusted.
My back is broke, flame is out, eyes and head are rusted.
My arms are open wide.
Under
Life planned out before my birth, nothing could I say
Had no chance to see myself, molded day by day
Looking back I realize, nothing have I done
Left
(Pop a Dom boo, what, see'mon)
[Petey Pablo]
It's the dippy dippy don now you heard that
Let's take you back, where the original Tim the bird
Looking for a big-hearted, uncharted, vulnerable kind of a man, yeah, I am
Well, I'm an eye-catching, back scratching, door-latching kind of a woman
Just
too late
As we're walking on by
Her soul slides away
But don't look back in anger
I heard you say
Take me to the place where you go
Where nobody
Bitch I know you wanna tell ya girlfriends how it was
To get hit from the back, in the back of the 'Lac by a thug
And to get ran through until you get
you and all your peeps
You done fucked around with some wild niggas
You done fucked off the dough of Juvenile and Jigga's
You better get it back
and Terry, too,
And the eclectic bunch of punks stuck together like glue.
Often got drunk, rarely showed up at school,
Lived by a code of these rules:
Back up
harmonizing a song
Or I'm recitin' a poem
Owls go by and they give me the eye
Walkin' my baby back home
We stop for a while, she gives me a smile
Tried to keep you close to me
But life got in between
Tried to square not being there
By saying that I should have been
Hold back the river,
you and all your peeps
You done fucked around with some wild niggas
You done fucked off the dough of Juvenile and Jigga's
You better get it back
should be going"
(Waiting so long, I've been waiting so, waiting so)
Look back in anger, driven by the night
Till you come
(Waiting so long, I've
me, me, by myself
How it hurt me
Do I know she was just puttin' out?
I could not help myself
I could not help myself
Come back, baby
Let's talk it over
Staring at the ceiling in the dark
Sheets are in a knot
My heart is like rock, eh
Pictures flashing by inside my head
I'm hanging by a thread
the hands)
(If I could turn back)
That would be my will
(If I could turn back)
Darlin' I'm begging you to take me by the hands
(If I could turn back
somebody else will get, hung by the gaffler
Niggas roll down the ave. 'cuz I'm the neighborhood amp
Fuckin' around with the Juvenile and you get your brains
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