She in her feelings because we ain’t speaking, but she don’t even call a nigga She gon' get nasty whenever I see her, she tryna suck all a nigga Heard you been doing business with the opps, fuck you and all them niggas We gon' keep riding around with

She's all I see between the Devil and me The gates of Hell swing open wide Inviting me to step inside I'll be your friend Because again I know it's him The flames are spreading everywhere Through the smoke I see you there This world can take you by the

I don't want to take what you can give Can't buy what I want because its free The waiting drove me mad You're finally here and I'm a mess I take your entrance back Can't let you roam inside my head I would rather starve than eat your bread I would rather

We ain't got to prove shit to y'all so all y'all can lick the balls and keep walkin' Bitch keep talkin' Keep on poppin' off with them jaws because, we ain't stoppin' Keep on poppin' that shit you poppin' Cause we ain't stoppin' cause you ain't stoppin'

It's all that I play In all the wrong places I'm on my own again Ever since my baby went away It's been the blackest day, it's been the blackest day All I hear is Billie Holiday Because I'm going deeper and deeper (deeper) Harder and harder (harder)

Yeah, yeah, yeah Because the way I feel is oh so new to me There we were now here we are All this confusion nothing's the same to me I can't sell you the way I feel What I heard is not what I hear I can see the signs but they're not very clear This is

I'm gonna stick like glue Stuck on you Yeah, yeah, because I'm Yes-sir-ee, uh, uh Stick, because I'm Hide in the kitchen, hide in the hall Ain't gonna do you no good at all Cause once I catch ya, and the kissin' starts

Because you're mine, I walk the line I keep a close watch on this heart of mine I keep my eyes wide open all the time. I keep the ends out for the tie that binds I find it very, very easy to be true I find myself alone when each day is through Yes, I'll

And woke up alone And it's all because I dreamt of you What a wonderful tone To bring you back home My nose is burning Too much cocaine Got caught in Brooklyn With gasoline backed up with cellophane I'm in need of moderation

A the gal them international DJ comin' Through, so yow! Respect due all the man Them inna the street but the gal inna me fleet Woman you physique concrete Can't delete you fat Because you buff up complete 24 hours seven days of the week