makin it so damn hard for me to love you You makin it so damn hard for me to love you You makin it so damn hard for me to love you You makin it
You makin it so damn hard for me to love you You makin it so damn hard for me to love you You makin it so damn hard for me to love you You makin it
see niggas go through changes (Whoooo!!) I love to see niggas shoot through shit (Did it again) And to all niggas that do it I love [B.I.G.] To all my
grips it quick And kicks it quick, you know how black niggas get With the hoods fatigues with the boots with trees Smokin weed, flippin ki's, makin crazy
standin' like the fuse on my cannon Blowin' weight kid [Diddy] Here we go back again Makin' that beat go bump bump bump bump So hard Why do niggas act so hard
like it when the children sing I like it when you sing; I like it when they sing man That lets you know something's comin Oh it's comin - aww man something
makin it so damn hard for me to love you You makin it so damn hard for me to love you You makin it so damn hard for me to love you [Diddy:] I
way P. Diddy did Shyne with different lawyers Why it's mentioned in my rhymes? Fuck it, it's just an intro Hate it or love it, like it bump it or dump
me at the crossroad pimp-struts I'm quite illogical but never been a savage Genes scientific but I never have to map it I'm harder than the diamond that
: [Verse 1:] Yo, crack the Remy Martin For niggas pumpin' weed by the mini-market Bring it when you see me park it I think big like Diddy office I fuck
hell dropped Loose, cause I'm in a deuce with the hard top Car drop, sittin on Danas No, I didn't try to hide it Yup, bitch, my man let me drive it But
when I spot I talk cause I live it, on a mission to double up My wrist on a count of dup, cause it's comming up Get ready 'fo it bubbles up, yup
need y'all to sing, children Sing, I like it when the children sing I like it when you sing That lets you know somethin's comin' Oh, it's comin', aww
check your distribution My songs bump in Houston like Scarface produced 'em You ain't gotta like me, you just mad 'Cause I tell it how it is, and you tell it how it
chips Suck for dough, now she fuck for Bills up in Buffalo Real G's makin her back swell Only givin head to those niggaz who rapped well Owned a black cell, flip it
~ [Verse 1] ~ Yo, crack the Remy Martin For niggas pumpin' weed by the mini-market Bring it when you see me park it I think big like Diddy office I fuck
