my fault you'll be sorry when I'm gone and just take me away and just take me away and just take me away away, just take me home
all my fault you'll be sorry when I'm gone and just take me away and just take me away and just take me away away, just take me home
drama and take a stand For ah nigga like me see it didn't come easy Ah nigga had to struggle and fight At ah point and time in my life It's like ah nigga
holidays come and then they go It's nothin' new today Collect another memory When I come home late at night Don't ask me where I've been Just count your
Now holidays come and then they go It's nothin' new today Collect another memory When I come home late at night Don't ask me where I've been Just count your stars I'm home
take the new Lame for a sec 12" up, new cane in the deck nigga Right now with a squeezer and a coozie And Im goin out like Keyshia with the uzzi [Chorus
the drama and take a stand For ah nigga like me see it didn't come easy Ah, nigga had to struggle and fight at, ah, point and time in my life It's like
bricks on me.while da jackers lerkin and da fez want me.and these bitches want me. and it gotta be da bricks. keep big fire on me.ima muh fuckin hit.and
why commit the crime? Don't ask me Went to school everyday, and I still can't read I count money like a champ, now ask me Why everyday does the task force jack me
more ways than one y'all niggas count One Mississippi, you can't get with me Two Mississippi, you never gon' hit me Three Mississippi, can't no bitch trick me
town to motherfuckin G-town Creep around everybody G'd out Can't see how you can dawg me out Make me out, take me out Deep south, my hood got more slack
u but she wit me. know what her mind on. dont make me do it hard get it done cost a dime homes watch 50 stacks and he dont even have a (??) on. rocko
a star. And the audience loves me. And I love the audience and they love me for loving them. And I love them for loving me. And we jus to love each other
house, counting big money is the place for me. Blow good dro, and ride G rides, gangbanging and cane slanging, the whole nine, Chuck Taylors, red strings, and
got me again Flip my second paycheck to cop me a lid Went and seen my homie short dawg that slided me a track Went to mase's pawn shop and got me a gat
'm slizzard as hell, might stomp your punk ass to sleep And when this thang get crunk, I pack it up and take it to the lab Hit that gentlemens club and
