Give me a mob Let me champ one Steadily handsome Black and like temper tantrums Spitting like automatic handguns Can't run Your style is more garbage than Shirley Manson You got a
a nigga for nothin' for no reason Mannish little knucklehead hard head heathen Meanin' give a fuck about life I seen my momma Stab my daddy in the stomach with a
Tupac Sober see, that can't be I been pervin' all day since six o'clock I pull a bootch like a bad tooth With the cheapest econo lodge a like me can
a movie you aint a factor you a actor fifty gave you a script went from runnin with the bloods to a g-unit crip whats a g-unit crip? not a gang in LA
. Falling out of love takes a bit of practice I'm good at both without even owning a mattress I never asked for a kiss without deserving one. If you never saw me
. Cuz Its A Fucked Up Feeling To Ya Pockets Touch. U Gettin A Quarter Now, U Shoot For A Bird. U Got Ya First Stack Now Hustle For A Third. Cuz Money
to save my life) (BRIDGE) (CHORUS) Save me, save me, save me Save my life ------------------------------------------------------------------- Love Gets Me
us... Love is a second, third, fourth and fifth shot. God knows I need it; God knows you haven't forgot... Oh and you are too much like a drug to me.
don't, need a reason to bust my guns So don't, give me reason to bust my guns You might, be the reason I bust my gun (Pa-pow, pa-pow - pa-pow, pa-pow
touch a mic because my mind's quicker I'm a eighty-eighter, nine-six to "Reasonable Doubt" Temper short, don't take much to squeeze you out Yeah you shinin but the only thing you're leavin out You're a
a movie, this more like a screenplay Cause on the real I went to the block each day (for real) The G way, so hit me on my three way Look if you want to
acting suspicious, you know me better than that If it was for a false reason, I would never react But you know me better than rap, niggaz was telling me facts So you can miss me
know me better than that If it was for a false reason I would never react But you know me better than rap, niggaz was tellin' me fact So you could miss
the triggers, all my A-K work with the clappers Listen, anybody trynna rob me for jewels You must've seen that third story shit, you got me confused
of a fascist dictator. It was a callous and savage piece of electioneering Designed to cover up horrific domestic problems. At a time when a peaceful
from a fight honor or disgrace suicide around the place ancients were not slaves died stand up full of grace calling on me calling me the third day
grew up in the hood Never knew right from wrong Get to dumpin on a nigga for nothin for no reason Mannish little knucklehead, hardhead heathen Meanin, give a