see So don't shut me out, shut me out, out of your life and And don't shut the door, shut the door, door on your Sweet, sweet, yeah And don't be afraid
expect from me y'all From the hood to Hollywood they respecting me y'all And even overseas they accepting me y'all All the ladies show me love, the thugs
Up For Some Take Out Until They Slip Up And They Brake Out But It's Another Story Over Here At Drake's House Cuz Im Dripped Up And Im Draped Out And
a bag of moneybacks I don't understand How the world can be full of so many evil doer's I can hear 'em underneath me in the sewers Keep seeing shit out
about broads When niggas spit and hit me if the lord ain't with me Ain't none of y'all niggas is gonna come to hell and get me Niggas ?geling? with me
tight nigga ma I don't want ya number Either you're comin or I one ya Either you know what you want ma, I don't even want ya You play pretty if you wanna
Man he broke bread with me, my business spreads with me The Feds came to get me, we both fled quickly Wasn't quick enough to jump over the hedges with me
: Really don't mind if you sit this one out. My words but a whisper - your deafness a SHOUT. I may make you feel but I can't make you think. Your
want me don't be fake and don't have the nerve to try to play me like you real ...... ...... Verse 2: Bizzy Bone It was a setup, Mothafucka don't ever
tell me what you see This about money, it's bigger than me I told my homies don't kill them, bring the nigga to me Yeah, don't diss, you fuckin with the
clothes Trembling and shaking cause I just don't know What's going on with the feeling right inside me Body parts are rotting in the dumpster right beside me I don't
this Terry Date Fuck him Fools don't get it (Staind) Fuck him Backup Fuck Staind I don't give a fuck Fools don't get it (Eat your mayonnaise mutha fucker
on crown, smokin' that jane Open the brain,let that shit inject, you think that i'm playin' Don't make me get at your kin fo those that can't Either you
the well runs dry, I see my struggle Ain't a day go by, that I don't hustle I grind... ooohhh... I still grind... yeaaaahh... [Verse 1:] The oven doors shut
m from the home where the buffalo roam And niggas don't give a flyin' fuck Talk with signs up, walk with the iron tucked Leave your eyes wide shut Money
s bread You hatin on paper get that FUCK up out yo' head Worryin 'bout my cheese, getcha own stack It's goin down in the South, you don't like it Click
