I'm running low On your love You can see it in my eyes So swollen in time From crying I'm not dealing with myself I'm feeling inside out And I'm frightened I'm over-thinking everything

I realize, that I'm feelin' it Kissed the girls, made them cry Why you gangsta, all the time? Though sometimes, I can deal with it It's a love and hate relationship That's a thug's nature (That's a nigga nature) Thuggin life, and gettin' high but that's

To shut out feeling lonely; I get out of my head Lost everything around me Not dealing with it well Why would you want to love somebody when love hurts in the end? To shut out being lonely; I get out of my head Living in a broken home alone 16 weeks

So sick of love You’ve been giving none of you I’ve been giving all of me It’s feeling like eternity Somebody tell me what to do oh I’m so sick I've been giving all of me Over and over and over I tried But dealing with you is like a full time occupation

My head was like a flame It was burning up, burning up It was burning up Well we all get strange And we know it But we're cool with it And we all get a little bit older In this day and age But we deal with it

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Can I get an answer? Girl, I got a question for ya Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah) You got me going crazy Oh, you deal with From the moment you was dancing in the party, pushing all on me Giving everything, you're giving

They were good times And I wish you were here, Yes, I wish you were here Ah I wish you were here, Drying these tears I cry And I can't let go 'Cause you're dealing with a heart of stone, Try to kiss and say goodbye,

But I be on some real shit, but I be on some real shit Baby I'm a rich ass nigga, never said I was gon' be easy to deal with it Guwop! Wiz! Taylor Gang, 1-0-1-7 Ridin' around, blowin' so much dope But I'm always handlin' business Way too high don't pick

Hate and war The only things we got today An' if I close my eyes They will not go away You have to deal with it It is the currency Hate, hate, hate, the hate of a nation A million miles from home And get war from the junkies

I got my clique ready ready for hand to hand combo Harms break em down rapper Noyd cut his throat Don swoop em up or Gotti stomp em out Each twin grab a arm pick this nigga up Knitty turn his face to me let me break him up I throw him up against the