running a business And Ia??m keeping up with the games you play Every day Ia??ve gotten over it over and over again Ia??ve gotten sick of it, a lick of it
know him he wanna fuck so she can get it She on the phone with him, nobody home with him Got it goin in right I know he keep his chrome with him I'm squeeky
it, and you can love it you can hate it but you can't ignore it you can't be that ignorant but you can try to sell him short, but you cant FUCK with
now I realize it; they do what they wanna do, they get what they get, hit when they hit, then they split when they split. Get over it, and get on yo shit, it
've got reds in your bed There's a man lookin' over your shoulder But don't you give him your mind It's too late when you find that it's over You! Let
It's a complicated world so girl just be a friend I swear I'll never call you bitch again And that's my word [Chorus] We came too far To throw it
Scandalous.. she's so scandalous, she's so scandalous She's so scandalous.. she's so scandalous, she's so scandalous Scandalous.. she's so scandalous, she
to fight It's really plain and simple black is bad and good is white the life I'm forced to live or should I say the life I lead It's to materialistic
hot shit I spit it G-Unit kitted, blue New York fitted Shorty wanna cut, oh yeah, I'm with it She come to my hotel room, she know she gon' get it It's
body and soul Tell me I'm bein pimped and it's makin me sick You know Em made that company over a billion dollars And when he ain't around they sayin
star I jack him for his chain and i can get a new Jaguar The mack i have his brains all over the fuckin' sidewalk And i'ma be on CNN again it ain't my
Chorus] Lord forgive me, for I've sinned Over and over again, just to stay on top I recall memories, filled with sin Over and over again, and again Yo
, and crack sales Hustlin' and heart be a nigga culture or the repercutions while bustin' on backstabbin' vultures Sellin' my soul for material wishes, fast cars and
and free (Well) Last night me see di gal Pon C-N-N This mornin me see her Pon NBC again She and Rodman An Michael Jordan dem An she seh she and
to fuck him from the back but Smalls don't get down like that Got your father hidin in a room; fucked him with the broom Slit him down the back and threw
at night And revolution in the air. Then he started into dealing with slaves And something inside of him died. She had to sell everything she owned And froze up inside. And
guess it must be up to me. If I'd thought about it I never would've done it, I guess I would've let it slide, If I'd lived my life by what others were
I walked over to him and said "What's up now, bitch?" The fucka-sucka started steppin' And it swung but he missed I knew the nigga felt pissed 'Cause it
