the snakes ever short you for ya change Nigga, let 'em know how much you want it Take a good look into my eyes and all over my face your bloody death With a
for your goods! Make it understood! Put it on the wood! Nigga what! (what!) I used to have to grind in the dough. Did a little time in the poke. A couple
wanna have to send a nigga home Lord please take me home Come and take me home -Chorus- -Phil Collins- So take, take me home, Cause I dont remember, Take, take me
was a little bitty nothin, in the city thuggin, Neva been a nigga that?s eta fucked none less than a hundred percent, The hustle that?s in me, my thug
crime rate I ain't lookin? for a job, fuck workin? the part time When we could come up on some dough With good combs and slang dimes I see this all the Goddamn time
and never came back Oh shit, I wasn't with it, got me real mad Now that's the first example of a good girl gone bad Sticking around would be real dumb
Laid back reminiscin on the times I shot Dare all motherfuckers trippin in them parkin lots If it was war niggaz wanted it was war they got I'm a nigga, a real nigga, a
dope but nope The lord he had a plan for me And with his help, my mother made a man of me Didn't blindfold me to the world we was livin' in Taught me
keep it real I'm tired of tryin' to hide my pain behind the syrups and pills Dead to the world, stretched out like a corpse for real Y'all niggaz thinkin
bad, real, real bad) Good girls get their kicks after six (Ooh, yeah, shake it for me baby) She wants what she never had All the things that make a good
her lips I seen a lot of chicks, I gotta admit But you the baddest girl that I seen in a minute You got nice eyes, some real nice lips You got a pretty face
Velona from Good Times Mixed, I was workin tryna show her a good time And thats when she asked me had I ever did the nasty with a girl that had fake
a piece of shade. Butlers doing such a good job that they need a raise. Bad chick with an angel ass and an alyiah face. Tryna show a little TNA. Hell
a nigger got me crib walking I'm from the suburbs but it's that good you make a good girl wanna get to the hood you make me say [x3] so good got me speaking
had for real This is the best thing that I've ever had for real For a physical challenge I?m notoriously born Intravenous delivery, electrolytes and more Every time
rhymes on the incline Splat guts plus fat nuts and lay up like a crib line I'm slamming, jamming on the one I'm a bad man, you're just a good son,
away, wings spread and I fly away) Word to the world like a gift like Claus Put my hand on the bible put a verse to God Treat a hater like a pistol then
real you think it's a joke Because it's on your doorstep you have to have a poke At someone It's only a cliche because it's all true Time after time