I tried to make you mine A hope a love a joy divine So short of all I find myself to blame To blame At the end of this The end of this Torn apart again
, quarts of 9-30 yo, Mr.Cheeks, I made this bitch call police she tried swallowing a nine piece forgot the warranty on false teeth I return like Makaveli on 18 inch
in this game This shits nothin' nice Play wit' niggas 'dese days They'll leave yo' body cold as ice But I say fuck 'em all My ball never fall Five feet eight inches
style is lookin' milking magnesia clutch divide speeding bust The more the merrier secure the area My life familiar is ultimate superior We don't don't jack cars we jack
quarts of 9-30 Yo, mr.cheeks, I made this bitch call police She tried swallowing a nine piece Forgot the warrantee on false teeth I return like makaveli on 18 inch
, who the fuck think they know about this hip-hop shit? These motherfuckin kids live this shit Live they fuckin lives Who the fuck you think you are? Talkin bout this
yo, who the FUCK think they know about this hip-hop shit? These motherfuckin kids LIVE this shit Live they fuckin LIVES Who the fuck you think you are? Talkin bout this
as they repeat for 3 bars] Check it, yo Bench pressin rappers, be givin me extra strength like Excederin But this veteran is better in this profession
and wonderboys I'm in the hood like dirty kids and their under roof They're going to school, rocking 20 dollar quarter boys I'm in the hood like 3 inch
