it down for your little lady at the crib Thug in the streets, man under the sheets, ha ha, yea I'm in love with a thug I can't help it girl he treats
seem to find the time I got a new job now on the unemployment line and we don't know how How we got into this mess, is it God's test? Someone help us
the little bit that he makes An' this is with whom you want to place your faith? I put dollars on mine, ask Columbine When the Twin Towers dropped, I was the first in line
Upon the heath we sit Trying to make some sense of it These mushrooms help a bit Help us think How we ought to think There's nothing in our way And no
tryin' to call nurse but nobody can help me now Let me see you try to live without me Now where's your heartbeat? Flat line on the E-K-G (uh) Verse
none of the ho's are fine They need to exit, don't let the grind pass you by I run laps 'round lames with my shoes untied I jump the line, walk in, and
'm all out of the tune But what you don't know You lift me off the ground You're inspiration You help me find myself Just like a bass line in half time
we're afraid of words, we both hadn't said I'm always connected on-line, check face book all the time Hoping you've checked my profile Just can't help
at da house? 'Cause the bitch holla And where the pill man at? He need a blue dolphin Old broke ass nigga stop cock blockin' Security, I need help 'cause
out for so many dayz n Got enough points to score but your shavin Hell yeah I?m anctious, but you cravin Time keep flyin, I'ma keep tryin, Bottom Line
line, I need your L-O-V-I-N Come on! Girl, make no mistake, right by my side Little mama that's your place, keep holding me down And you can help me
me some Take, take, take and dance me through the lightning Moving to the left 'n' to the sun, ya, ya, ya Help me get me some, ya Help me get me some
wraps it up You told me it wasn't love you were feeling I slammed doors 'Cause I could just kick myself I need more than a little help getting through
' (Whooof) Niggas better stay in line, when (Whooof) When you see a nigga like me shinin' (Grinding!) Grindin', when you know what I keep in a linin' (Whooof) Niggas better stay in line
queen and My mind's dirty and it don't need cleanin' I love you long time so you know the meanin' Oh, baby, I can't come down So please come help me
cut the dreads down low And also, gave the appearance of some major muscles Now on the low streets been talkin like it usually do Busta Bust, help us
-wo-ooh! (Positive vibration, yeah! Positive!) If you get down and you quarrel everyday, You're saying prayers to the devils, I say. Wo-oh-ooh! Why not help