Lyrics:
mind though[00:34.66]What's inside your mind[00:36.32]I'm so confident you're mine[00:38.42]Only one who'll tell it's time[00:40.52]I can see you by your
can't pay for no nails[01:21.24]Cant pay for no lashes[01:21.90]I'm throwin' these ones, they shakin they asses[01:23.42]Get these bows by the ton, roll
For the last eight years rode around in a Mercedes
Lexus, trucks, drop-Vette, Caddy
Bitches don't call me by my name they call me daddy
Chorus
They said, Jackson, boy, they'll get you by and by, that's right
Well, I'll wait for you outside and I'll be your ears and your eyes
And boy, you
goes by so quickly[00:44.28]Being in different cities[00:47.11]Oh I guess that I feel guilty[00:50.85]For leaving my whole family[00:54.16]For going
feel like I'm Pee
Had to sleep on the floor, now it's courtside seat
I got it scorching, they pay me fifteen just so I rap on they beat
Come to 1'5,
slip[01:34.62]Every time I close my eyes[01:37.20]I return to that horrid night[01:40.09]Where I was taken advantage of[01:43.34]Abused by my flesh
love red-bottom and gold that say queen
You love hand-bag on the waist of your jean
You love French tip and trip that pay for
You love bank slip that
I watch 'em shut the factories down
Then the foreigners flood into town
They take what's left for half the pay
We can't stand by and just let it
and I'll pay you back some day
The revenuers came for him a slippin' through the woods
Dooley kept behind them all and never lost his goods
Now Dooley was
name outta yo' mouth and we can keep it the same, nigga
It ain't that I'm too big to listen to the rumors
It's just that I'm too damn big to pay
they say
Once burned, forever marked
Hurt by just a few but so many have to pay
Pressure coming down
Down on me, gonna break
Broken fingernails
me[03:20.89]Living, live for the moment, moment to moment with me[03:31.40]With me. With me
and kill[00:31.54]I love you, I'll cope you all the red bottoms and hills[00:35.12]As long as you my baby you ain't gonna pay a bill[00:38.74]Ye, me you my son or my
What that nigga want, God?
Word up, look out for the cops (Wu-Tang five-finger shit)
(Cash rules) word up, two for fives over here, baby
Word up,
to
Do it all just to know where it gets you
Living dreams we can never afford
Now we sitting in the back saying
This the shit that I live for
This
a Mac-10
And rather live the life of crime
With my Bed-Stuy connection connected in two
It's liable to start shit too wild for you
Peace to, Baisley, Forty
gone, nigga wrong Only out for the scrilla, that's my fetty, boss One-eight-seven ain't nothing but spaghetti sauce Cross me you pay all costs here's one
care[01:29.22]I can't fill that hole[01:32.54]You're not what I thought[01:36.01]I'm not what you need[01:39.64]What am I doing wrong?[01:43.42]Getting hurt by
as a wholesaler
I think it's good that 'Ye got a blow dealer
A hot temper, matched with a cold killer
I came aboard for more than just to rhyme with him
Think '99,
the hundred million darkened living rooms
Out where the human ocean roars
Into the failing light, the generations go
Heading for the information wars
Do
my hair so I can't even see[00:50.96]Started doing your own thing without me[00:54.01]Now we're out here living[00:55.40]Just young, wild
sometimes it's hard[00:35.27]As people sometimes grow apart[00:37.94]But please keep in mind[00:40.54]A true friend is never left behind[00:45.81]I keep
and headed down the railroad track
Told Billy you better be gone from here by the time that I get back
Stagger Lee he went on home and he loaded his forty
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