ba ba Trying to see if you wish me gone. Love me, loathe me. Hold me, hate me. Kiss me, kill me. But say that you don't ever want to lose me. Oh what
is scared of me They don't compare to me Never gonna get ahead of me Money the mission, it better be Livin' my life heavenly These streets is watchin' me
- Layzie - (Krayzie in the background - 'swing low') God loves me Ask me how i know God loves me Ask me how i know God loves me Ask me
hollars, all day, everyday Come around my way, we gone want to stay Weed makes me hungry, happy and all I can say Sure I need some more Don't make me
mans gone, And I (I wish) Wish I could give every celly some commissary, And the po po bring the heat on them priest like they did R. Kelly, And I Wish
' him or your man's gone and I Wish I could give every celly some commissary And the po po bring the heat on them priest like they did R Kelly and I Wish
or your man's gone, and I Wish I could give every celly some convissary And the po po bring the heat on them priest like they did, R. Kelly, and I Wish
me with deep beliefs, chief and heavily it relieves the stress off ah me not enough artillery, for you to fight against me and me Mo mighty. Krayzie
gone, the river's on the rise I loved you then and ever shall But there's no one left here to tell The world has gone black before my eyes Well, the
same description i feel cold, useless and old I wish i was no one take me home my love take me home today take me out of this place take me home with
all my friends was gone You stayed by my side never left me alone Oh, I owe you, I owe you, I owe you Yes, I do Bethany, Sharron hack it kept me wearing
do was get money ?Til the Feds raided the trap and took my thang from me Put me in a room alone, separated the click form me Next thing you my lawyer said my partner snitched on me
heart of a human is evil like a Damien Every man born crying bucking ready to die screaming It's the rapping grim reaper that heavenly got you scratching Gone
me crazy Mama, won't you pray for your baby? I'm just a ghetto child trying to make it Mama, I'm just a ghetto child trying to make it This ghetto got me
high Hear my prayer Take me now To thy care Where You are Let me be Take me now Take me there Bring me home Bring me home. (Fantine's spirit appears
Emily was meant for me had the upper hand but the master plan tell me how this story ends in a story of a single man Let me tell you about Sherilee
somethin' from it And give it back They can't break me or shake me, they too fake to come kill me Think they faith this was Satan, they mistake me I
