I kick open the doors and windows To let the world hear sure There's so much anger and pain But come see, there's still some gentle people fucking to strawberry letter
we missed On Craigslist Yeah, Craigslist, come on I'm on Craigslist, baby Maybe you are too Bee bomp a chonk a donk bim bang boo An open letter to
figures So young niggaz, boss up I present to you, Rick Ross, the boss I got a letter from the government the other day I opened and read it, it said
got a second chance at love I can't believe I got a second chance at love Them mistakes I will learn from them Now you've changed, you were stern back then Close the case
characters are never gonna be the same that's clear I wanna see your name hand written on a letter whether this is planned or not Life keeps getting
Locked up in a cell block, lost from the shell shock Some sold they soul, others used to sell rocks Look up in my mailbox, I get letters from my cuz
pumpin' is Tic-Tac time, Z B I G moves swifter than a ninja Even on stickups I'm the masked avenger Keep my eyes open and the case closed No eyewitnesses
lowrider, see police, slow the ride See scwalay, nigga 'Cause they be thinkin' that the ride stolen Keep your head up an' your eyes open Load the lead
, tell me what that life like? Gettin no kites like, no flicks like Make you wanna quit life [Beanie Sigel] Them four letters is a motherfucker That's forever like a motherfucker Without a letter
me My dog, my ace, boy wanna take my place My nigga turned sour, when I went upstate Use to be my homie, till I caught this case Now I wanna slap the
In case I don't remember I'll send a letter to myself let it sit dusty on the shelf and watch the years go by only to be opened should I become a millionaire
eventually found the right key and It fitted perfectly in Put the box on top of the bed and opened it up There were these pictures of friends and ex's Letters
high Body rising Sweating Panting Make-up melting Pulling my hair and Scratching my back I get a temporary case of tourettes because all I can say are four letter
ain't friends, we ain't homies and we never shared a joint So you ain't down (You ain't down) I don't need your sympathy Your simple case of misery
da low and a bitch in her place And if u yappin Out yo mouth then say it to my face Full clip for Niggas snitchin when they catch a case [Rich Boy] Boy open
me shoppin' all day and at night, you kept me cummin' Made dinner, collard greens, candied yams and steak Taught me how to measure grams, cook rocks and chop weights Caught a case
Yeah, sometimes you gotta fool 'em Sometimes you gotta send a woman to do a man's job, nawmean? In this case, my girl hit like a grown motherfucking man
traveler To roll and ride Early in the evening, I take my stuff out of the car Someone asks me, maybe they could look at my guitar And I open up the case