Quit crying your eyes out, and baby come on Isn't there something familiar about me? The past is only the future with the lights on Quit crying your eyes out, baby
crying your eyes out, and baby, come on Isn't there something familiar about me? The past is only the future with the lights on Quit crying your eyes out, baby
Quit crying your eyes out, and baby, come on Isn't there something familiar about me? The past is only the future with the lights on Quit crying your eyes out, baby
crying your eyes out and, Baby come on. Isn't there something familiar about me? The past is only the future with the lights on. Quit crying your eyes out, Baby
Devilish Eazy-E voice Right about now, Thugs-N-Harmony is on a come up So to all you bustas out there, beware Stalkin' gat fools, walkin' jack moves
get 'em up with me Because they heard their baby-daddy fucked with me But I'm out on you hoes wit the 10 g belt The only thing I'm concentratin' on is
A knapsack packed with like 40 some Xanax's Shortly come back, I'm tryin to score me some lap dances I'm 'bout to relapse, so baby, pour me some Jack Daniels Formula 44
B-B-D, I'm sharp and you VHS I'm DVD, Suckas Motherfuckas ain't lived the life Playas never commit shit I did your wife, Come on [Chorus] I'm the
Yeah, yeah, yeah! I gotta get my headphones All my gangsta niggaz is in the building on this one! You know! Yeah yeah ya know It's real! Hussein what'
on the low Plus the weather man said that its a light chance of snow It's some Boyz N Da Hood sell anything for profit (Profit) Five in the morning on
on the low Plus the weather man said that it's a light chance of snow It's some Boyz N Da Hood sell anything for profit Five in the morning on the corner
'm sharp And you VHS I'm DVD, suckas Motherfuckas ain't lived the life Playas never commit shit, I did your wife, come on I'm the type of nigga, get
to be on corners with niggas pushin' dope sacks Now I'm in the bathroom finding my nose in the Pereaubian packs My brothers on his feet, plus he fronted
it's hot TNT knockin down the door of your spot The feds come get you once you think you on top They just been buildin they case, they got you on tape
are, you're still catchin bullets, god" [Lord Jamar] You like to taste the lead, well get your face fed After I'm done, you rather suck on pencils Here comes
you're still catchin bullets, god" [lord jamar] You like to taste the lead, well get your face fed After I'm done, you rather suck on pencils Here comes
Mic Geronimo] Behold the automatic, mahogany hand on the steam On who glass fiend, I'm comin straight from Queens Organize on the fiends, double up on
