what? Turn it up louder, yeah, uh As we proceed, to give you what you need J.M. mother***, J.M. mother*** 9 to 5 mother*** Who shot ya, separate the weak
nigga, floss you die quicker (uh-huh) This fed time outta town pie flipper Turn Cristal into a Crooked I sipper Everbody want to be fast, see the cash Fuck around they weak
As the weak shall fall to the sideline I get my kid I protect mine with a tech 9 Haters want me to side with em Gangsters want me to ride with em
team for all CHORUS We won't run bleeding weak from strong, Knowing right from wrong What happened to this morning when I woke up And the (??) was bruised
If he have insurance just fi get a part. Dis ah man justa turn on di heat. Mek mi wet up mi clothes an weak inna mi knees. Mi want him now that's
Cause this is a groove that I don't wanna lose And if you step wrong, you might get battered and bruised, huh And you don't want none of that my man Cause
scent an mi accent Shi nuh waan nuh likkle bwoy Wheh jooks wid him parents But nuh see how mi have di gyal weak? Ooman want a man wheh can dweet Shi want
continue attending church with my parents; I was searching for my individuality. What an idiot, I wanted attention, I wanted everyone to think I was funny, I wanted
[B.G.] You know me can't get caught without my chopper Lil' weak wit 50 I'm itchin' to see I got cha B.G. labeled as a bust back nigga Can't let yo chrome
seems I dare you to take control 'Cause empty your hands and bruised are the souls Of those who show no resistance And those who are weak below We
been knocked down and dragged around And now I don't know which way to go All I need is one small sign to put me to where, where You want me I'm confused
weak and stupid but as far as I viewed anyhow She couldn't have been it for me the only girl I'd ever go out with I didn't want to waste my youth in
up I can't get stuck I just keep moving forward I got places to go Man...Lets Go Chorus When the Armageddon start get dread A lot of weak hear a weep
they even see the blank spot? The only kids who might notice are the ones who push him up and down the hallways and in the lunch rooms. Sometimes he looks at his bruises, He wants
can I fix this if I haven't tried I want to send you roses before your death is staged When understanding violence, suspects know their fate I want
Ready to aim at the brain Now what the trigger say Tempos triflin' Felt like a rifle Massage 'n' melodies Might go right through Simultaneously like an Uzi Nothin' can bruise
away Damn this situation Your hero is a bottle and a line salvation The world stripped your callous skin And you're fucked up all the time Worn heart, weak and tender Is bruised