me tonight CHORUS: Yeah, we'll feel alright, my pretty baby We'll forget every pain in our souls A pleasing cheat that will end tomorrow Then we'll be back on our own
some real thug stories I knew this nigga that used to be large on the boulevard This nigga was ballin' y'all, big house driveway full of cars This nigga
rock on, you gotta rock rock on You gotta rock onrock rock on, you gotta rock rock on Rock rock on, you gotta rock rock on Rock rock on, you gotta rock
, all these niggaz out here snitchin' We was one step away from takin' this crack money And recyclin' it through the ghettos and buildin' back up our own hoods Now all you niggaz start snitchin' on
'm tryin to take em where they ain't been Somethin out they price range Ain't in they budget, you know they can't spend Where we at, in a league of our own
million dollar cars It's slavery, hard labor, catch the feel Redneck on the hearse while you walk, it's real With a shotgun, burnin' at the back of your
nothing but my chil'ren One shot, they disappearin' It's ill when MC's used to be on cruddy shit Took home, Ready to Die, listened, studied shit Now they on
meant me, to push a Bentley Me and Sean Combs takin broads home On the phone with the chip, these Cristal chips bought to make our own porno flicks, my
Heh, y'all remember back in the days When niggaz used to get they ass whooped for snakin cars And had to go strip your own switch off the tree These are
you. See, what I have to say is so very important to our relationship. Why is it that every time we go out on the town, we get around our friends? Man
love When I was young I used to want to be a dealer see 'Cause the gold and cars they appealed to me I saw our brothers getting rich slangin' crack to
on our way there, I'm feelin bad vibes Yo kid don't say that That's when we bumped heads with vicks that we stuck from way back, up on Atlantic The way
we go back to see our families' pain? Do we not remember here on Earth Or come back as a new person again?} {I ask these questions Will Aaliyah, Lisa, Tupac, Big Pun be our
Cats like, "Hav', what the deal Dunn?" Nigga back on his grind, tryin' to kill son A little shorty on some shit, oh she still frontin'? But jumped back on
leave this rap shit alone and kick my incredible rhymes in the privacy of my own home // My imagination is my own, the liberty to speak freely lyrically on
me? But uh, uh we both are with Paid In Full I'm not on Paid In Full Records no more, no longer on contract I'm doin' my own thing, Chamillitary Entertainment
on March 5th. March 7th, you would be quit. On March 8th, you know what Mama gonna do for you? Mama gonna put you back on the Vonville circus. [Velma
