me breathe i wish to cut them out so i can speak these words are haunting me ive tried for a thousand days to erase these memories you bring the love
missing So I'll keep living the lie and just hope that your listening What doesn't make us alive here But our foundation was built for sin Now stop and run until the damage was done And
and my dawgs still pop up late Go the mall and these hoes still wanna touch me Can't help it, I'm thuggin, its just the streets love me It's too late for
two Them same hoes you be repping to, believe it or not, the same hoes Behind your back, run and tell me, each and everything you do You better wake up, and
beat 'em and stomp 'em Barely feed 'em and fuck 'em Don't get jammed, if ya got 'em Better leave 'em don't love 'em I be fuckin and duckin Straight thug
if you need for me to tell you confirmation of the truth our love is over our love is over our love is over said things to each other we said things
love these hoes I keep saying I don't love these hoes (Man I don't love em man) I keep saying I don't love these hoes I keep saying I don't love these
Chinchilla and buy some momma for your head On the block i'm from niggas be damned near 40 and still tuckin And niggas baby mommas is pregnant and still
I'm up, up on 'em covers Up, up on 'em covers, covers, covers And yeah, he be kissin' me and yeah, I be smilin' But he ain't doin' nothin' for me, he
felt morally indebted just to give thanks For our faith and increased love toward the saints For this reason Paul bragged on us Because we all persevered through attacks on us And
trying to say is That I....love you, I just I dont know Its just coming to an end Then it's better for me, to let go now Then to hold on, and let it
You didn't have to go tell everybody, now! Ken Starr's on my case and ... bringin' up all that Linda Tripp and Paula Jones and ... Jennifer Flowers stuff
hot for TV, too much for the movies Some lady smacked Jerry, say what? Sue me! [Chorus] [Bridge:] (Miami! Atlanta G.A.! Chicago! And L.A.! Houston! And
, so they gaffled me But while I'm gone, watch my business and my back for me My enemies think they got me crossed they ain't knowing Ain't no love for
right 'cause both black and white is smokin' crack tonight and only time we chill is when we kill each other it takes skill to be real, time to heal each other And
they hate ya the moe that it motivate ya My mind set on grind my mental set on the paper 62 hours and countin' and I'm still awake And they slippin'
niggas from South Central, Oakland, Brooklyn and Harlem And we ain't shootin' at eachother (fuck no), that's a motherfuckin' brother So save two, run for cover And other
And it's the Rebel and the Devil, and one of us is goin to Hell I got the whole place covered, with loc'd out brothers And nuttin but love for each other