even though there's no love left for me I just want you to know that I'm missing you Cause my world is full with you And my world is full with you [repeat
the P It's 1998 yo and you still can't fuck with me You don't be fuckin with the blue eye Fuckin with my 2-5 hope your fuckin ass like my shoe size I
Drop it in a cool place Everything is gravity This is for streets, cause my hood is my family Haha [Chorus] [Verse 9: Quota] You can call me Mr. Break
hit the gear and broke my tire's pump up in my hand Look for me if you dare I pop my fuckin' trunk Somebody stole my damn spare The law didn't catch
And my clothes since a clock get my pocket full nalvy Bitch, count my head and sense I got that whole wide world in my hand Spin that ten as a trill
what a sap I was [Roxie Hart] You double-crosser! You big bluffer mouth! You promised you'd stay... [Amos Hart] What're you talking about? You've been
Five five six six seven eight Move from the crest side to the hillside Go ahead ask the v.p.d. Betcha they tell you about me Betcha they tell you they been investigatin' my
pole With my vogues still smokin hit 580 to oakland Still upset with the police because my window was broken But my beat was still bumpin and my amp
like up this Kush with this hundred dollar bill Nigga [Chorus:] Jealousy Nigga, You's a grown man Why you get so jealous Why you take the stand Jealousy Why you mad at my
? Can you do more hoes, than the Feds got snitches? I ride Lexus land wit the TV playin Gettin head, fuck a Fed with the phone in my hand Nigga's gone shine, what you see is
full force open you (What...?), [Twista] Twista will rock you, you don't want tha thug apostle to pop you, Hostile when I drop you, turnin' everything
Can you do more hoes, than the Feds got snitches? I ride Lexus land wit the TV playin Gettin head, fuck a Fed with the phone in my hand Nigga's gone shine, what you see is
