Bloodshot eyes when I look at my past I never meant to be the last one to see Thatt I'm always falling We're not alone like we sometimes feel I'm falling
, I live life the fly way Used to bang and hustle but I traded for the big game Infamy got dumped for fame Now I'm known and respect as creator of the crime
We're five middle fingers on a motherfucking hand V.I.P. A D D T R D Violent shiny hate crime, total requested dead It's version pointless, downloadable suicide The only
was the only one But it's too late, too late She's gone You sweat her, and I ain't talkin' 'bout a Coogi You a big L, and I ain't talkin' 'bout Cool J
up, and plus a cellular Yo Big Noyd! I can't cope (What up cuzin'?) With all these crab niggas tryna shorten my rope Yo, it's the R, a double P, E, R
beat kids with lead pipes I leave a trail of dead mic's Where I'm from, niggaz jewels get ran like red lights Old folks get mugged and raided Crimes are
Y Jelly Out for the mail like Melly I'm fucking you tonight before R-Kelly My bitches dance with their belly And fuck me with their eyes See crime is
on picket signs It's the J R O, you didn't know? Goin' off in your face like a dirty pistol You in the house of brews, crime scenes wit no clues You
is Keep the gun cocked Keep the gun cocked Represent Double R The hood know what it is Keep the gun cocked Keep the gun cocked Boost the crime rate The
changed me, made me an animal I can't even laugh no more, my kids plot for me now I'm the one-and-only, my momma's only child Lord, save me before
already got three chil'run Arguin over babysitters like, "Bitch - it's yo' turn!" Damn 'Ye, it'd be stupid to ditch you Even your superficial raps is super official R-R-R
rhymes on picket signs It's the J-R-O, you didn't know? Goin off in your face like a dirty pist-ol You in the house of brews, crime scenes wit no clues
'm gonna blow cause I'm so connected Swiss gonna produce, Jay gonna promote the record Who hard as me, I did a song with R, but I ain't on no R&B stuff
it down now) I got the j-league bangin hard out the whip (hard out the whip) Picked up the phone and hit my nigga pooh on sip (r-rrring) [Big Pooh] I
(feat. Sheek Louch) J.R., Sean Kingston! [Chorus:] You're way too beautiful girl That's why it'll never work You'll have me suicidal, suicidal When
you don't stop wriggling Sir your going to loose the lot Now Now Sir no need to be a cry baby its only a little bit off the top © r j young. t r young
