: Way back when I was just a little bitty boy living in a box under the stairs in the corner of the basement of the house half a block down the street
somebody would tell me I'm fine Nothing's all right, nothing is fine I'm running and a-crying Wake up (Wake up) Grab a brush and put a little make-up
Real soldiers behind bars Wont say ya' name but they are You like to rap' all day' But bring ya' beef my way You like to gamble? you was real? Yo' Rolex
And it sure was hard to say goodbye To Willies and Laura Mae Jones The cotton was high And the corn was growing fine, yes it was But that was another
Cause I can show you 'bout a real love And I can promise anything that I do is just to satisfy you Your soul ain't a toy, you ain't dealin' with a boy
me Thought it was supposed to be Me you you me so complete Why you handelin me this way What was it you was talkin yesterday Yesterday, I could say,
in a day I'm that Bin Laden, boy, I'll bomb ya state I ain't come to stay, I got a post bar and a date Two million in the bag, ain't one to brag You
finally see All you have to do is just ask for anything you want It's yours, you get right to the point, if love is what you really need Don't be shy, just say, "Boy
Way back when I was just a little bitty boy Living in a box Under the stairs In the corner of the basement In the house half a block down the street from
a special gift with a message And I don't want you to forget Where God has brought you from You has been singing ever since you was a little boy By listening
Well I'd love to see them boys get theyself outta this one Soon as I went in the smoke, rollin' real fast like a dog And began wid a rage and the guage
a little bit of L-O-V-E? Can you spend a little bit of dough on me? Can I get a little bit a ya T-I-M-E? Boy, if you wanna make it good You gotta give a
I'm with it/ I'll give anything for past sinnin' and take it back/ A hustlin' little nigga with cash, but now we grind a little bit harder, harder/ My
i could think of was our last fight i was going to play it on piano have the drums come in real bold but i couldn't think of anything good to say so
im fly in the sky , outer space our satellites wanna take a, a little ride on your rocket yeah yeah your rocket. hit it for the milky way your big surprise
say aint no way i can forget what you did for me no way you raise me from a baby and plus i know i was bad so no women on earth could ever take your
niggas mad 'cause they riches ain't like my riches Ayyo I'm Murphy Lee the school boy a civilized jew boy I got my one two three four five a six horse
Who rang my phone? That boy gon be a singer one day fo real Naw, man get serious for a minute I said and I said and I said 'Cuz he told me, 'cuz he told