Who's boss mom Don't worry about me She said "Don't come home, finally living your dream now" Phone falls into my pocket My lungs feel the weight of
2] Who's boss mom "Don't worry about me" she said "Don't come home. You're finally living your dream now" Phone falls into my pocket My lungs feel the
To greab the K and let it spray, put an end to a nigga life My nigga TD gettin' high wit' me Out that 13, straped up he ride or die wit' me I was in the
me I done made it this far can't be mad if they hit me (shhiit) [Verse 5: 50 Cent] I'm a tell you what Banks told me "cus go head switch the style up
pump with a 12-hour rush to run and get this money, f**k these punks Road rules I swim in the dirt, I stay in some skirt I hit where it hurts, I ride
me hollering I'm open you ain't gonna tell me cuz he'll be hurt if he found out that his man squeeze did it to the work besides tell on me Ima tell on
it When shit get rough You gotta stick to it Play that Bone Thug music It's that feel-good music Chill or act a fool with it Real thug n-ggas with real
't you see it's pointless? But just then my knees give under me, my head feels weak and suddenly it's clear to see it's not them but me who's lost my
my kids, tell 'em I love 'em, I'm out, hit the ride I'm out on patrol, in my squad car, do I lay Where you never know, if you'll be makin it home today
would pay it back Say it on tape, and lay it, record it So that one day I could play it back But I don't even know if I believe it when I'm saying that
craziness, maybe I'm blind But for me to leave now lookin' for love would take a lifetime So I'm keepin' mine, uh-huh, fuck it keep me blind Feels like
big as the.. the.. the Hindenburg and it will go up just as fast if I put this lighter to it. But no, I'm gonna hold out and ask you this question: What
be But it?s hard to heal and impossible to feel When your heart?s not free It hurts knowing I was wrong It hurts but I will carry on What do I feel Tell me
it Maybe your son tried it, rehab too crowded You scared, she scared, they scared, I said they scared they scared to talk about it bout it bout it bout it bout it
with me Boy leave me alone You know you did me wrong So I gotta letcha go If you wanted me in your life You shoulda treated me right Boy leave me alone
it, we gotta pray to somebody! We ain't to tough to pray! You walkin' around like a gangsta, gangstas pray! Thugs pray! Tell me somethin'; if you ain't prayin', where
lacks Ya heard that? I'm creative to the fullest "Whachu talking bout Willis?" Cause you talk it never kill it I hear but don't feel it Thou ain't realest
don't play When it comes down to it, the nitty gritty For a sucker like you I feel a whole lot of pity "Beat biter! Dope style taker! Tell you to your