to judge me I'm getting strange everyday You can't save me no ! You can't save me no ! You can't save me no ! You can't save me no ! You can't save me
't me (That ain't me) You see, I won't stop (That ain't me) Oh no, I can't stop (That ain't me) 'Cause I won't quit, no, I won't quit (That ain't me
can hit any one of y'all, options a beautiful thing Body is finished, maybe then can save the tooth Call me Kiss or call me the Black Babe Ruth That
me dead too They had real grenade bombs inside of their palms And a whole bunch of guns wrapped tight in their arms See them bastards woke me up when
I stay, it doesn't get better Live in South Central, they assume you got a jail record A stereotypical attitude That if you look like me, you gotta run with a
the drug dealers too Just business enforcers with hate in they holsters Shoot you in the back, won't face you like a soldier Kurt Loder asked me what I say to a
'Big Payback' Same place you front's where you get laid at Strong arm a **** for real, we eat ya food Like dog, mutha****, in replace of a meal Give you a
they can't spot me Runnin out the buildin, cops shot me I played dead on the ground like you cowards got me Until I heard the engine of my man's Kawasaki
Ain't no competition You just shut up and listen, and you can complete the mission Know you want me to fall I don't do nothing but ball You heard I was
out the kitchen Aint no competition You just shut up and listen and you can complete the mission Know you want me to fall I don't do nothing but ball You
bitch When I see you in the spot, you just ackrite, you knahmsayin'? When I yank you by the fuckin' perm Don't be lookin' at a nigga crazy Just get with
decisive And I don't care if you like or you hate me I know you muthafuckas bout to underrate me You label me a paranoid schizophrenic Known on this
you know the irony of life is that you have like this big dream to get where you wanna be but once you get there you start to dream about where you came
meat blacken You try get fly, you get electrified and fried Fuck around and get your mouth slapped dry You could battle me and possibly survive But you
look good as Toni Braxton In a white house wit toys of traction Up-percussion, ya may wanna take a second look You can find me in the Florida designs
ass bombs Take a hit Can you feel it nigga? Nothin' can save ya Roll ya papers and take a heel on my shit Can you feel it nigga? Nothin' can save ya
on You could run and tell my city it's on Yeah, wrong way down a one way Women don't get saved round me, even on a Sunday Damn, where I get it from?
