find A better place To be around I'm trying to tell you what's on my mind You make me wanna be, yeah A better man, Alright I wanna take you higher
'm tryin' to tell you what's on my mind You make me wanna be yeah, a better man I wanna take you (Alright) You make me wanna be yeah, a better man
I find A better place To be around I'm trying to tell you what's on my mind You make me wanna be, yeah A better man, Alright I wanna take you
to be around I'm trying to tell you what's on my mind You make me wanna be, yeah a better man, alright You make me wanna be, yeah a better man
to me, Don't talk to me Don't talk to me, When you see me in the streets Don't talk to me, Don't talk to me Don't talk to me, Act like you don't know
money now, I ain't hurt nigga You want a verse, I get mad, not work with you If you got street money, then the price different You in the major league, you know you
ain't trippin', cause I don't give a muthatfuck [Lil' Wayne] I be catchin' a nigga corner, rippin' through a nigga street Hot Boys they ride with me, like a preist, five
Sews what you reap, when you fuck with the elite mayne I don't fuck around boy; you better ask around boy I hit you with the pound, leave yo' ass on the ground For, you
: [Chorus 4x: Brother Marquis] Can a bitch do a table dance? Can a bitch do a table dance? Hell no!! Can a bitch do a table dance? Can a bitch do a table
chillin You can't get a job, but you know you're willin So you go down to the unemployment line And the man throws you out on your behind Then you find
though With a bear and a snake and a panda, I'm on those Who can withstand, the mo' power I gain and make it possible for me to drop a few to wreck
: Police Dispatcher .. He's headed out a window The man with the bag is running like a son of a bitch We have people with bags running across, running
s tryin' to burn me I'd be out on bail if I had a good attorney Wanna label me a criminal and cuff me up Got a pocket full of money so they rough me up
They jump, my automatic keep 'em wary Why you frontin like you really bad-ass, nigga you scary I been knowin you for years, we was high school peers
[Chorus: sung, with 2Pac ad libs] I'm writing you a letter This is to my unborn child Wanna let you know I love you Love you, if you didn't know I feel
