Excepting what cannot change, yet refusing to find the answers. The days roll by still holding back. I don't know why. Am I afraid of rejection? I feel
me know. I'm already thinkin' about hittin' it Or licking it like licorice. Wishin' the perfect image It change up the sun into me. Your style, Girl I'm diggin' it
to be When I kick a flow it was like, pick and roll Cuz even if he gave me the rock its give and go I guess beanies style was more of a slam dunk And
it (a lil' bit) I will give you a (a lil' bit) If you want it (a lil' bit) you can have some more Now that you spent it (a lil' bit) you can taste it
game, a ho thang, Im high as Soul Plane, I smoked the whole thang, You know how daddy do it, Im true to it, I take a cocaine, bew it then put some blue
, see it change forms, atoms being born, never ending On and on and on and, travel with me Not trying to convince the pack, that it's a fact For those
hot [Method] It's the Method Man for short Mr. Meth Movin on your left, aah! And set it off, get it off, let it off like a gat I wanna break full, cock
casualty Automatic stick, but I give it to her manually Im giving dick all year round and you can get it annually Styrofoam feel With a strawberry fanta treat Leaning ima need a kick
Coming from the streets, gum on long dick Get strong-armed for baggage, it's tragic, some Vietnam shit Flat-lining all you cats up in a long wiz Out-of
niggas dump bullets and get rid of that crew You gotta bang niggas out Fuck that shit is serious Give it to `em niggas, kid show them how real it is These
wonder if a nigga pull my number If it wasn't for the Bone Thug fam' in this world Where nobody don't give a damn but I'm still a man Got us all programmed
a nigga pull my number If it wasn't for the Bone Thug fam' In this world where nobody don't give a damn But I'm still a man Got a soul program I'ma pump
got a prepaid? well I still got AIM Just got a new kick and I keep it with me It's Ben Jamin but the E is a 3 for me but I'm a keep it in ma pocket for
representative break it down like a key of cocaine, Drink from the lab and I still elevate past the snakes and the crabs, Fuck it (Can you kick it?) [
mind Can't change in 1992 'Cause I still gotta find some new, sweet, black What should I call it? I won't say it But if it's lain' in my bed, I'm a fade it
what's my option, do it or not Break a hoe, sell a ki, just don't get caught Cause if I do, I'm goin to jail On a one-way ticket to a prison cell So why
do whatever it takes To have a car and a woman in a couple of states 'Cause I'm a professional, and you couldn't knock it Because I had to keep some money in my pocket It
and better And never ever change with the weather Now you step to A.G., you get your ass kicked A few stitches a cast or a casket I'm the calm one, but
