he thinkin he'll provide a disaster Cause bitches keep tellin him that size don't matter (ta-ha) [Chorus: w/ ad libs] [Joe Budden:] Things niggaz say I don't
da 5'9:] Slaughterhouse family, ridin' like a taxi And yeah, I'm like Dres, I am like the black sheep I just want a GANGSTA bitch or I be a bad G You
So will u bring a better future than I had in the past Oh Cause, I don't wanna make the same mistakes I did I don't wanna fall back on my face again Whoa
That way you bring a better future than I had in the past Oh cause, I don't wanna make the same mistakes I did I don't wanna fall back on my face again
Industry niggaz I'll admit to that But I don't even want your chain I'll let the Crips do that 12 bars for that bitch he won't live through that Even
be late to the show How you gon' make some money, man? I got so much money that the bank couldn't hold it Car so dope that I didn't wanna roll it So
t clean, tell em black He don't know yet, my discipline, how to act Stack with fume, and twenty-four flicks You can't win, takin shots like the Knicks
s a number game, but shit don't add up somehow Like I got, sixteen to thirty-two bars to rock it but only 15% of profits, ever see my pockets like sixty
on the mic like Joe Jackson Foreign bitches feelin me for my accent Talk like a boss, I can't complain When I do it, it's big like Fulton in St. James
'all Dead in the Sea We make ya face crack, like them Reebok runnin cats Niggaz be like yo run it back, bitches be like yo that's phat! Put it down with
will u bring a better future than I had in the past Oh Cause, I don't wanna make the same mistakes I did I don't wanna fall back on my face again Whoa