man, that could?ve been my life son Floatin in that big body Benz Starin at the stars Look how lucky I am I could?ve been dead I could?ve been gone I
in the air if you did it on 'em All these bitches is my sons And I'ma go and get some bibs for 'em A couple formulas, little pretty lids on 'em If I
in threes Life is short is what some nigga said Not if you measure life by how one lives and what he did And funny how these black killer companies is
With those old PMS blues PMS blues I don't want to talk about it, we both could do without it Got those treat your kids bad, don't you talk back Gone
of project roof tops Sending signals with the blunt smoke Ock, don't talk a lot if you can't hold it in lock If you think lips sink ships, imagine full
tomorrow Everything in time Have it all But do you recall Back when our minds were so free? We could get close To our visions and hopes I lived for times just like these
a cure inside I know that it's, oh, so hard to let go Give yourself time to heal, take it slow Let's talk as the rainbow colored lights Make the tree
with the niggas that pack the heat and a sack of weed, straight outta control, testin' souls, hoes, niggaroes, playa haters, and the po-pos as well. If we could
souls travel the road of the souls lost? How come the dead can't talk? Through horrified eyes I can picture the other side Though my heart shed tears outside I couldn
my tab, oh Hey, pretty lady, lookin' at you I'm thinkin? maybe I can slide up and talk Feel my active, feelin? attraction, gotta brother thinkin? of askin? If I could
run these streets Y'all talk that ***, I want that beef I'ma tell you like a G told me They'll come back quick if a *** O.D. Cash Rule Everything Around
these streets Y'all talk that shit, I want that beef I'ma tell you like a G told me They'll come back quick if a nigga O.D. Cash Rule Everything Around
I'm dope as fuck, some label my rhymes incest My flex is kinda mean yo, so hey kid, CATCH These nuggets, these nuggets, these nugget ugget uggets with
, I'm strong I could crush him in my fist I could crush him in my I could crush him in my I could crush him in my fist I could crush him in my I could
about atomic you gotta leave all These good people, dream on Nicer than the bird up in the tree top Cheaper than the chip inside my lap top All the variations you could
kiss just said it all I'm glad we had this talk Nothin' left to do but fall in each other's arms I could've said a, "I love you" Could've wrote you
these hoes Don't sweat it baby, you'll never be my lady Take this bone, straight to the dome And get on (get on), 'cause I don't wanna talk Shut the fuck
