Tellin' me the things you that heard about Nothin' good comes when you searchin' for the wrong things Somethin' feels off when I come around Askin' me questions like, 'what do I believe in?' 'You,' everyone used to say 'til the church lets out That goes

Honey just put your sweet lips on my lips I will not ask you where you came from We should just kiss like real people do I had a thought, dear However scary About that night The bugs and the dirt Why were you digging? What did you bury

If, you don't know, who I be You better ask somebody about me Oh, you wanna be tough nigga, a look is enough I put that snub nose to ya and bust nigga And they'll tell ya I'm a soldier boy And I done told ya, over and over boy I, know, you, know I'm, on,

Step to me, step to me motherfucker I don't remember asking you about your imperfections You might win one battle But know this, I'll win the fucking war! Strapped with rage, got no patience for victims Sick and tired of the whole fuckin' world Zip your

(In-fect-ion) As I reminisce (In-fect-ion) Just when I think that I've forgot you I hear that thug that we used to rock to Just When I think I'm gettin' on without you Somebody Passed and asked me about you Was in the back of the cab the other day

All my niggas made for it (made) Don't ask about them whips and them houses and jewelry All my niggas made for it (made men) 'Cause all that shit is paid for (cash) All my niggas made for it (one more time) 'Cause all that shit be paid for (cash) Hello,

Darling you know exactly what happened, last year just about this time Yes you know exactly what happened, last year just about this time You asked me for one hundred dollars, and I didn't have but ninety nine Yes I'm in love with the little girl, just

Sometimes I give myself the creeps Sometimes my mind plays tricks on me It all keeps adding up I think I'm cracking up Am I just paranoid? Do you have the time to listen to me whine About nothing and everything all at once I am one of those Melodramatic

The square root of a kilo is me nigga We gon' have it locked Cause we the only thing to talk about If Michael Jackson came alive right now He'd ask you to smoke one for him So in his honor You niggas Spud Webb, coming up short Think you're Dee Brown,

I'll take care of you I've loved and I've lost I know you've been hurt by someone else I can tell by the way you carry yourself If you let me, here's what I'll do I've asked about you and they've told me things But my mind didn't change I still the feel