, you know, it's not all the time That a man can have a good woman A woman that he can call his very own A woman who'll stay right there at home And mind
to play with, got a problem bitch then say it my intentions spray it, vicious as hannibal, I'm a beast not a animal (remember this) 17 in the mist of a
it Through they fucking door It's time for war well, I ain't backing up See one more nigga serving rock Is the last time 'cuz he's packing up A guerrilla
'cause it's on in my city, so stick it, stick it Stick it, stick it, bitch now what? Verse 3 I'm sick of all this bullshit Watch a muthafucka full
When it comes to beef it becomes a talent Remember me, ODB, I'm the one from falice Digital ten, shit get critical friend I got 800 invisible men That mean it
(Back it up, back it up) Now put it on my stick (Back it up, back it up) Now put it on my stick {Back it up, back it up} Now put it on my stick {Back
until tomorrow Chorus: joe sinistr It's the second payback, payback part ii Yeah, it's the second payback, the payback part ii Uh-huh, yeah -- it's
you do baby somebody is gonna get hurt up in here you see there is a thin line inbettween love and hate an you don't wanna know what it's in between
what is it with you men? And don't tell me it's a Tom and Dick thing Is it a must you lust for every big butt? You realize it caused the end of us? Okay
dance, to this verse I chant Victim of my circumstance, get at me first chance Bet it's a short deal, good, like how ya'll feel Ditech, it's all wheel
hated men , I'd grit my teeth and I'd try to make it work with 'em, at least for papa's sake He maybe made some mistakes but he's the only gay who taught
, it's all good Walked in, found a car, hopped itself up on a hood Ate my burger, threw back my cola Somebody said, "Hey, it was a rented pig, I thought it
kind Of gold even men turning silver try to make But I think it's wrong to judge every picture If a cheap camera makes a mistake And when your best friend's
There's nuttin' mo' satisfyin' than when you cryin' screamin' my name It's not a game, it's Purple Rain, floods and bloodstains Big Pun's my thug's name
around the writer's block and find the poet's tree, johnny rockwell you know it's me, my past is a matter of when and if, not a matter of fact, pressure
This is a ______ but a mere portion of a semi-important life Far from a complaint, but a mere look at the present showin you the changes that I made The
fuck i made a mistake, I thought i needed a break The truth is i'm such a dick, It's broke and can't be fixed Time to wake up Where's your daughter
question a nigga that tries hard And finds a way when you keep dealin' him fucked up cards You make mistakes like me, far as I can see I think it's a