Don't bring me no bag, I want a envelope Ain't 'bout to count no money, ain't sellin' no dope Ain't 'bout to count no money, nah, ain't sellin' no dope You-you a mouse in a trap house (trap house), I'ma dog in a cat house (cat house) Don't bring me no

Father forgive me, 'cause I ain't perfect No, no no no Why is everything wrong? Oh I can't get it right, I always try to get it right I bumped Ether, bumped Takeover Seein' Jay and Nas on stage was hip-hop's makeover And that very day you knew niggas was

And I shiver all over, I shiver all over I shiver all over, 'cause I ain't got you, hmm I wear shades 'cause my eyes are red I got a headache that just won't go away It's a wonder that I'm not dead I get the blues in the mornin' So bad, I scare myself My

Tonight's the night It's gonna be alright 'Cause I love you girl Ain't nobody gonna stop us now Stay away from my window Stay away from my back door too Disconnect the telephone line Relax baby and draw that blind Kick off your shoes and sit right down

Either die or go to jail that's a hell of decision But I'm wrong and I know it my excuses unimportant I'm just trying to let you know that I ain't think I had a choice, for real Hey, the price of fame cost to much (yeah boy) Like these niggas talk to

You ain't safe in the safe house No ones safe in the safe house Put the money in the safe house Put the guns in the safe house No one safe in the safe house Safe, safe, safe, safe house Oh no one's safe nowadays (No!) You ain't safe in the safe house

Somewhere now All grown up and medicated On my own cellular waves I put the riot in patriot And we all die in threes I'm running late to somewhere now I don't want to be Where the future and promises Ain't what it used to be

Cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks Scared to death, scared to look, they shook Son, they shook Living the live that of diamonds and guns There's numerous ways you can choose to earn funds Some get shot, locked down and turn nuns Cowardly hearts

Dogg, what up, mane? Word on the streets is you ain't what you used to be I gang bang to the fullest A lot of niggas talk about it but they really don't do it, do they? So I'm doin' it for y'all Marco or bust, I'ma ruin it for y'all Stomp that, strap up,

Everything you been asking for, yes, I'm about to give it to you You ain't gotta worry no more, cause I'm about to put one through you I got a bullet with your name on it, coming through the radio Sounds like I got an AK dumping straight to the radio If