religion? Oh she lose it, she putting on her make up She casually allure, text message break up, the casualty of tour How she gon' wake up and not love me
That'll put a smile on my wife's face God's graced the evil spirit that surrounded me And pass me, and anytime it could a had me But when it all went
how long we gon' last (They're the bad guys) You put your crack on my table I turn my axe on my neighbor and my back to my Savior You had me thinkin'
move, choose me [MC Lyte] How I look working for a nigga in a cuffe' If I was on a track you couldn't produce me With them shits on your wrist looking
, remnants of the night before Came again infernal tapping on the door, in my mind jabbing Is it in or outside rapping, calling out to me once more The
this love, how foolish of me. And every woman lookin' at you, knew that you was lucky So check the verse miss, I ain't say I'm perfect, But you was low on
now, no more worries for me Maybe go on Maury As the rappers that used to be These days they wont even accept me Except me Some excedrin To get rid of
accept no imitations Should have seen tha looks on they faces The Ice plus light, makes for good conversation You tellin' me it's a felony to yell at me
right there, until you return to me (If I could turn back the hands) (If I could turn back) Just turn back that little clock on the wall (If I could turn
makes me wanna bounce to the beat It makes me wanna bounce to the beat It makes me wanna It, it makes me wanna bounce to the beat It makes me wanna
I always used to wonder what the future be like Curse words on the TV and radio You wanna see sex, turn it on HBO Late at night, you see women freak
straight up on your mic Screamin' I?m the best, but let me see I make a lotta money, could that be me? He said, hell no, I?m the king of the rap Looked me
Kisha's on my tip, and that you can bet Until one day I got caught in the act With my girl named Melissa from a few days back Kisha done called me up and asked me
is? Meet me at the bank with this I'll withdraw the same two bills and spend it on port Y'all can't run with me, stay on the porch please There's somethin
long as he can wear the crown I know this man all too well It's my poor friend me A portrayal of the great dichotomy (Great dichotomy) It's my poor friend me
that we hate or adore, once the page of a calendar is turned It?s no more, so tell me then, what was it for? Oh tell me, what was it for?
I'll accept the crumbs you drop 'Cause I'm a fool and I can't stop or rise above you Let him speak up for himself I speak for me and no one else 'cause