than that Chorus: It's the hardest thing I'll ever have to do To look you in the eye And tell you I don't love you It's the hardest thing I'll ever
got the real live shit Fuck y'all niggaz wanna do It's all fucked up now What I'ma do now, huh? What I'ma do now? It's all fucked up now
that, get your own nigga, don't ask me for shit That's what I did, now they all askin' for hits Nigga, it's on for the simple fact I let it be known
Nicki, hey Nicki, asthma I got the pumps, it ain't got medicine I got bars, sentencin' I'm a bad bitch, I'm a cunt And I'll kick that ho, punt Forced
3 That's me, the motherfuckin', T I got ride on my surfboard, rhyme hard But only buy the shit that I can't afford That's everything, that's why I truck
B.I.G., rest in peace And all my other homies that have died In the madness called street life Rest in peace I'ma straight up G, let's not pretend Dedicated
' now An' now you'se can't leave You opened the door, God, I'm at you annually An' I'm sorry Miss Rosie Perez I call a spade a spade, it just is what
game And if you listen hard enough I say some things And when that sack got low, I shave them things And put 'em right back together, I made them things Now
fortune, and I don't mind sharin' my wealth, dog I know about my life, I been around the world thrice times I mean what I say, from that Panama sun,
, I think he scared 'Cause my nigga khujo goodie got that toolie to his head Little did he know that, waitin' in the closet No matter what you call that
I know I can Be what I wanna be If I work hard at it I'll be where I wanna be I know I can (I know I can) Be what I wanna be (Be what I wanna be) If
visit No muse so if I told you would you tell me like you did it? I hate that wake that sucker up buck, buck, buck 'N tell him to take that wid him Now that
up in cold sweats regrets about what i thought was lies, I could see me now do in that, But i did it, relive it, the hood shows are no slacks, I believe
'em that before I leave dog Shit I know that I'ma see 'em when I leave dog I come back in the afterlife Like fuck it I done touched hell twice, what'
in the studio again Look at that, hey, I don't need no cue cards They got the engineers holdin' up cue cards What's that say, what that say? Oh they
, I love P-Funk But now rap music is all that they want So when I'm in my car, I play Clinton And when I'm on the stage I start pimping And when I hear
that My music flows like Domino's I pimp these hoes that's how it goes Tenders on my beeper all day and night I'm a true Blue Player homeboy that's
't stop that rap (Don't stop that rap!) And it's just like that Get buy girls, while I rap I make big money, that ain't no crap When I grab that mic,
