?t spin it like I feel it though The center of my mind is a dark place That wishes it wouldn?t do what it would (Do what it would) And every mistake
you ain't got no good way to choose, Hey come follow me, misery loves company. I'll meet you at the home of the blues. Oh, this place it's filled
cause the bitch ain't never shit to me and pussy stay sellin, so I never let it get to me The shit to me is simple, it relies on credentials We credible
sit and drink here for a bit, just for a bit. I know it can't be all that bad there are some days it ain't But then a bad one comes along & I start
fixing to get 3, 4 g's to flatter my shows so fuck where you from and fuck who you wit if it ain't about paper then it ain't about shit HOOK
, he said, "Angel your halo ain't fitted That good for a little while now You ain't got that certain glow That I get a kick out of" Like it bothered me
fizzame third ward nigga Runnin' the hill it ain't no limit to this gangster shit Blunt smokes and keepin' it real Y'all can't stop us Tru niggas Y'all can't
t believe me then try to roll on me Don't question my story i'm not Tywanna Brawly Blasting me getting it out working it out like Jane Fonda I really
we'd take it Mold it, shape it, living outside the matrix Hold it, make it, more than miniature major labels Hold it sacred, living it for the culture
Leaving in the morning, headed for Chicago town Hey baby, you know I ain't gonna call ya, so don't follow me around I guess we had a good time, could
bad man Good lovin' gone bad What I wanna say Good lovin' gone bad Good lovin', good lovin' gone bad Baby I'm a bad man Good lovin' gone bad Good lovin' gone bad Good
hoein' 'cause the bitch ain't never shit to me And pussy stay sellin' so I never let it get to me The shit to me is simple, it relies on credentials
officially mine. Don?t wanna break your heart, So get it out your head, What we got ain?t serious. Just keeping you company, You ain?t in love with
me I ain't hearin' you, that's not something he would do I got a good man, even though he ain't perfect They be hatin' him, tellin' me he ain't worth it
And be so soft, they wouldn't even kill time right Here's the news, you lettin' the word hardcore be misused You ain't never paid dues Be for real, you ain't
in rap Is kind of wack And it lacks Creativity and intelligence But they don't care 'Cause the company is sellin' it It's my philosophy On the industry Don't
good strong buck, now you're fucked! But my third eye helps me see That the black man's God and yo it ain't no mystery [both] it ain't no mystery .. (
words oh no Said you don't need a Doctor You don?t need a Doctor to show It's a hard, hard road When your folks ain't cracked the code And your tears