Lyrics:
books and picked up the drinking
Hell I let 'em down
When I gave up like a fool
And one reckless night just lookin' for my whiskey
I found a bible
for you?
Maybe, you just blind? Or maybe you just fine with gettin' lined
'Cause you pussy by design, what
Mama told me to pray in the mornin' (to
Damn you was right I ain't see it before
And yeah I did you wrong Wen you walked out that door You ain't asks for much Just to be in By 4 And Ya I
Notorious Biggie killer
Affiliation with Death Row
Niggas get their caps peeled back, fool
This the West Coast bitch, you misdemeanor
I'm raisin' hell like
I died, murdered in cold blood dramatized
Pictures of me in my final stage you know Mama cried
But that was fiction, some coward got the story
I died, murdered in cold blood dramatized
Pictures of me in my final stage you know Mama cried
But that was fiction, some coward got the story
and you act real cool
but you got to realise that you're acting like fools
No romance, no romance, no romance for me mama
come on baby tell me what's
And you're tryin to tell me tell me
You're the one that got away
Baby it's slow for you slow for you
How you gone fool a nigga who never had family that was
I look Lil mama in her eyes like what you tryin' to do
I could've stayed out with the crew but shit I'm here with you
Up in your crib sipping '42
away by the clowns and the fools
Smile like it's nitton-hundra-mecka-en-på-bläckan
Mitt i veckan
cnd you heard cfghan Whigs for the first time
ct their
You thinkin' pleasure (pleasure), I'm thinkin' business (business)
The streets didn't raise no fool
When you live by the code, nigga, it's only one
where we headed?)
The Player's Club fool. You 'Bout It?
(I'm 'Bout It nigga I heard it was hoes at The Player's Club.)
Oh yeah like that big booty girl
reason
Flew her out for the neck
Now her flight leaving
Done flood the whole hood with snow
Got the block freezin'
If you fuck her with your bitch
That is
need to fill
a house for mama and Papa and my brother in the hills
I be steady putting money on the table
bitch I’m live like I’m cable
I don’t really
when the first lie was told
By your baby's mama, saying she was abused
When all You was wanting was to spend an afternoon
With your two little girls,
[Master P (Cube)]
I'm ready
(Ay yo P What's crackin' nigga?)
I'm tryin' to get my roll on Cube.
(So where we headed?)
The Player's Club fool. You
Master P (Cube)
I'm ready
(Ay yo P What's crackin' nigga?)
I'm tryin' to get my roll on Cube.
(So where we headed?)
The Player's Club fool. You 'Bout
to a lot
But I'm a fool if I don't try
We can make this thing right
And by the end of the night
Hope you feel the way that I do
No need to fuss or fight
own
You know that
All my life
Its all Ive ever known
Saving myself
Dragging me through hell
Now dust off yourself
Your mama never raised a fool
Grinding
Geah
In the muthafuckin house
For the 9 to the 6
Geah
To them bitch-ass niggas
We know your residential spot
The red dot's on your dome, geah fool
full blast, didn't splash
He'd act like his head was too big for the casket
I told him, "Slow down God, you ain't wild
You ain't been in these projects
on my back initiated in blood
Bout it niggas start fightin' when I walk in the club
You could tell I'm a soldier by my army fatigues
And you could
rappin' for half my life
I'm twenty-eight now, sayin' pass the mic
If you eighteen or nineteen speak up fool
I was born on the mic before you went to school
You say you're mama called and you must go.
She's down in the bed and needs you so.
And you don't know if you'll be coming home tonight or not.
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