stripe in my mouth If I get sick tonight on a night that I like If I get sick tonight I know my friends just might pick me up Thats not my blood on
give my all My wife, my daughter, my love, my dream My mother, my father, my brother, my team My camp, my squad, my house, my car My boat, my shoes, my
chance to miss you Say goodbye It'll make me want to kiss you I love you so Much more when you're not here Watchin all the bad shows Drinking all of my
out of my faith? Lucifer out of the way (way) Or maybe he don't even exist I ain't gotta trip Gettin hookers out of my system (get you out of my system
, REAL sh*t [Robbie] can we do it again? [Robbie] Why'd you cut me up in my car, Dickhead? Why'd you say bad things about my bra, Dickhead? I got nothing
We kill them softly, we kill them softly He make bad girl them for want me, want me in tha storm ay My girl she need me, my girl she want me Because me
a chance to miss you Say goodbye It'll make me want to kiss you I love you so Much more when you're not here Watchin all the bad shows Drinking all of my
Young Fly even Al B. Sure Never hesitate to call me whenever I'm done Cause homie I'm real and I'm always true to my loved ones Too many wakes and funerals
: [Inspectah Deck] Yo, this goes for all my brothers and sisters locked down For all my peoples incarcerated, for those who ain't make it Yo, in the
, Strangers, Strangers! Hooooooooker! (Verse 2) Loving, calling out to my gay friends they're f**ked up bad. We're bad, bad, bad, bad! You may be transgendered but I still love
silly hos will get ya But not me, I'm too cocky I love when the women scream, "Hey Papi" I love when a chick leave my crib knock-kneed And I love when
about half a million With all my niggaz, all my guns, all my women Next two years, I should see about a billion All for the love of drug dealin Got no love
blow out my brains 'cause I'm hurtin bad but I'm fightin... blast, on the other day These problems got me usin more drugs, along with the other things
my magazine girl, magazine girl. For a cosmo, my porno type girl. She my magazine girl, magazine girl, King Show Mag, my playboy girl. [Chorus] She my
love us, We don't love um' either, My sword would drink the blood of an un-believer, My sword would drink the blood of an un-believer, My sword would
without losin out of my faith? Lucifer out of the way (way) Or maybe he don't even exist I ain't gotta trip off Gettin hookers out of my system (get
bad word) like no other (shit) I know, I got a lot of things I need to explain But baby you know the name and love is about pain So, stop the complaints
Yo, this goes for all my brothers and sisters locked down For all my peoples incarcerated, for those who ain't make it Yo, in the housing, thousands
