won't give you no trouble They wanna be good They wanna be strong and understood When we are talking I'm trying to pay attention But then the phone rings to remind me
They won't give you no trouble They wanna be good They wanna be strong and understood When we are talking I'm trying to pay attention But then the phone rings to remind me
with me Busters don't know how to deal with me; it's all real with me All the street niggaz scared of me All the hot girls love me they say "Boy put
"Man that little nigga doing hid thing" 'Cause I am doing my thing And kiss my grandma for me ya heard me Man do that for me dog Kiss both of them for me ya heard me
the last motherfucker breathin? Tell me nigga.. tell me Who'll be the last motherfucker breathin? [Chorus] Stress, but busta free Enemies give me reason
hand, couldn't understand) How his baby's mama could disapear with another man (and his best friend) Now jealousy's dangerous, and if you don't believe me
me when ya see me nigga ya better holla at me (holla at me) can't let tha evil of tha money trap me So when ya see me nigga Ya better Holla at me
will they mourn me, bury me a muthafuckin 'G' Bitch don't wanna die then don't fuck with me It's kinda hard to be optimistic When your homies lying dead
will this ever end? 1 2 3, if i strike out again, do i lose? am i dead? dead am i dead? dead am i dead? dead am i dead? dead
bad mind nuff a dem a dutty bad mind Dutty bad mind nuff a dem a dutty bad mind Nuff a dem a dutty bad mind nuff a dem a dutty bad mind dutty bad mind
mi halla Yuh haffi bad down inna the ghetto weh yuh grow yuh know If yuh act like fool yuh get overthrow When the last man standing the world shall know Bwoy dead
hate on me now And all my friends can do is pray for me now Only God can judge me [Krayzie Bone:] Now that I'm dead and gone I finally got these niggaz
head, man Somebody's schemin on a bad plan Tryin to deal a nigga a bad hand One after the other, harassin a Thugsta At first they try to bring me in court
I was never on some solo shit Always down to roll and blow a head off He dead off and don't know me, don't tell me you love me When I was lonely and my
, and all he left was his memories. But when I die, you gon' see me. One, two, three, Wally rest in peace, please. [Wish:] Can a nigga tell me why so
They treat you like gonads They'll never be ya hoe that If you want me to love ya Cuz it's gonna be tough love If you want me to love ya It's gonna be
: (feat. Hinton Battle) [Curtis, J.T. Early, C.C. White, Wayne:] Steppin to the bad side, ooh, ooh, ooh [Wayne:] Steppin to the bad side [Curtis,
was watching while you're dancing away. Our love got fractured in the echo and sway. How come everybody wants to be your friend? You know that it still hurts me
