(what) i kinda think that it was wrong that it got so bad that we started beefin on a song got me actin out that anger and I promise I am past that and besides i got
If I have kids, will I live to see 'em grow? Though I don't know, I live the life of a thug nigga Until the day I go, no broken promises A sacred bond
mom I'm famous, I mean I'm flagrant You say you write your best rhymes when you high I say I write my best rhymes cause I'm fly This is why I'm cold,
tree that was damn big. I rushed to the hospital on that awful Thanksgiving night. I wanted to see my brother, I hoped Hainus was all right. When I got
a cell, fishscale, fifth year of my bid Finally got a chance recent to connect with my kids It's kinda hard due to carelessness, I scarred they moms And temporary, I
I hope the Limo's got tints Now honey, you see this may sound profound But let me love you down and if I'm uptown I'm back downtown All the skins I'
I. Jeezy, Dro, Big Kuntry, and B.G. Then I pop that trunk and I let it up just so a hater can read me I got the streets and that's regardless of what
a carburetor or something. I love you, honey... Anyway, I start to fool around. And I start screwing around. Which is fooling around without dinner. Then I
joint? Naw, I got the joint! Yo, Who's got the joint? We all got the joint! We all on point! We all on point! Yo, You gots the Joint? Naw, I got the
spinning shit When I took trips OT, I never winning shit I just drop then cop, and then I tennis shit Diddy and mike, yes, I'm All About The Benjamins
appealing Body revealing and big wheeling This shit is illin, I don't like it Fuck it, I can't fight it I reaching for the cordless to call Miss I insist
what we're worth, big boy, 'Cos I know, see, I can spit ... Let's show dem. A'right! [SOV] Yo, dere's suttin, I got one bad habit, When those streets
I'm top of the line, you can tell when I open my mouth I bet nobody got mo' princess cut teeth, than the Boss Open your mouth up you lost, I'm blinding
it for us. Sure he's green, but that's where I come in. I take this raw clay and i make like Michaelangelo. I got a few years on him so I got a lot to
is tough i flunked in high school my pops he left me young i often lost my cool days i feel my mama's gun i lost my only son when my girl she almost
I get? That's somethin' I ain't figured out yet Each woman I meet is like a bead that's strung on a string an' I wear 'em like I'm wearin' a necklace
's a hit So I wrote me another winner then I wrote me a smash again And I's a flyin' off the ground cause I knew I'd found me a sure hit songwriter's
up I was late and kind of nervous I got real mad because the sign said out of service I started hiking it I wasn't liking it I saw a little kid I stole