Letras:
Feeling Left Out Tell Me Where It Hurts

2] Who's boss mom "Don't worry about me" she said "Don't come home. You're finally living your dream now" Phone falls into my pocket My lungs feel the

me where them niggaz at Chi got two six's and kings, show me where them killas at Chi got them ballas and hustlers, show me where them figures at Game

pump with a 12-hour rush to run and get this money, f**k these punks Road rules I swim in the dirt, I stay in some skirt I hit where it hurts, I ride

my kids, tell 'em I love 'em, I'm out, hit the ride I'm out on patrol, in my squad car, do I lay Where you never know, if you'll be makin it home today

pay it back say it on tape, and lay it, record it so that one day I could play it back but I don't even know if I believe it when I'm saying that ya'll

me that there was a note for me, that was left behind She had left it there waiting, for such a long time I was inclined to ask about it but she brought

it, we gotta pray to somebody! We ain't to tough to pray! You walkin' around like a gangsta, gangstas pray! Thugs pray! Tell me somethin'; if you ain't prayin', where

right, and Don't you play soccer by the ocean front? In America, I shovel the snow while I'm smoking blunts You mean to tell me that you out there still

My baby brother NYA, and just he got stuck By them same motherfuckers who supposed to be killin me Peelin me, and ya niggaz ain't feelin me Bad news,