you win Recognising The trouble with me Is my troubles with you Sometimes you make me feel Like I'm everybody's fool The trouble with me Is my troubles with
you win Recognising The trouble with me Is my troubles with you Sometimes you make me feel Like I?m everybody?s fool The trouble with me Is my troubles with
trouble with me Is my troubles with you Sometimes you make me feel Like I?m everybody?s fool The trouble with me Is my troubles with you You?d like me
with the real crew That knew exactly what to do Bank jobs and jewels, quick to flex with tools Pimpin' hoes on the block Checkin' cash non stop Crack spots, armor with
back. Put your makeup on, fix your hair up pretty And meet me tonight in Atlantic City. Oh, meet me tonight in Atlantic City, Oh, meet me tonight in
die and I hope my mama really loves me 'Cause daddy's bye-bye, inner pride with the Ripsta Let 'em hit ya with the scripture Picture me locked out and smoked out with
my homeland and I'm feelin' so alive C, hear me chant Africa unite A, gonna accept mass alright Still ya don't know, skin is so dark and brown She lifts me
call me Young Gudda, I'm all about the dough still, And anybody in my way, roadkill, Everything my hands touch turn to gold, Money, knots and jewels with
DMV so we used to the waiting nobody seems to care we so complacent with the vacancy see, the love is gone with one another, it's hard nobody rep for the skins
or pharmaceuticals for the body ain't suitable Stick with liquid me and trick we drop The paper which you use my tongue to lick with Trouble and strife
more hand me down 'Cause no one's tried to give you what you need So lay all your troubles down I am with you now, lay them down on me, oh yeah You're
pack or two Help me with my troubles And what to deuce And I don't feel no aging There ain't nothin new Yeah well drive me in the ocean and paint me
it's plenty work to go around I asked the Lord to hold me down 'til I find me some distribution He kept me up for seven nights then finally hit me with
make me, hmm, you make me go You make me, hmm, you make me go You make me, hmm, you make me go You make me, hmm, you make me go I'm havin' a ball, watch
how a kid in my position's supposed to look? Get me a fade and a pair of tight pants I get a chance with the girls who wouldn't give me a glance A
'd see So many mothafuckin' people who feel like me Who share the same views and the same exact beliefs Its like a fuckin' army marchin' in back of me
Put your makeup on fix your hair up pretty and meet me tonight in Atlantic City Now our luck may have died and our love may be cold but with you
