Yeah, yeah Lord, it's so hard living this life A constant struggle each and everyday Some wonder why? I'd rather die Than to continue living this way
When the scene unfolds Young girls thirteen years old Expose themselves to any Tom, Dick, and Hank Got mo' stretch marks than these hoes Hollin' they
long time with cheap flicks Good picks pay hard, watch the heart turn sideways Couldn?t tell, Burrell cells to those who lose cares Players give you light for now Feelin' good
food, well well Good old-fashioned soul food, all right Everythang is for free As good as it can be Come and get some soul food Come and get yo' soul food, well well Good
I say, fly away, fly away If you don't like where I stay, fly away Yeah, well, I'm from the dirty, filthy nasty dirty south Some of you niggaz still
, you a twelve I chose her over jail and hell Originally from ATL Compatible souls come together, under bad weather To discuss distrust amongst the so-called Good
barely made it to your wake Lookin' like Mr. Fisher, dickie down no suit, no tie Niggaz ain't gonna be able to just get by no mo' You leavin' the hotel 254 Today was good
m staring at cha' I.C.U., do you see me, I'm staring at cha' How you doing Miss Thang, better yet should I say, Miss Queen? I saw you in the corner and you was looking off You're smelling classic
, yeah Did it, done it, run it, sayin "How you want it?" Leave it When you finished let me dress it up and made it seem sweet Like a beach in Martinique, Goodie
whole neighborhood tanked up What? On the fortress walls, there is no letters Buddha say, the Bloods are strictly outnumbered They besieged, on the beats, Goodie MoB
challenge Goodie MoB To a game of ghetto laser tag When they say, "What it is" You scream, "What it ain't" That is all, get it 1999, yeah, TLC The Goodie MoB
Yeah, better believe that slick
