Yep Yep Yep I don't really humans that much these days Hmm shit, fact of the matter is, I trust dawgs more than I trust humans Shit, nothin' like that dawg love I tell you Not just any dawg, gotta be a Pit Bull Yep, that's the only dawg for me (Cough,

It's halftime Check me out y'all, Nasty Nas in your area About to cause mass hysteria Before a blunt, I take out my fronts Then I start to front, matter of fact, I be on a manhunt You couldn't catch me in the streets without a ton of reefer That's like

With nothing on my back It's still enough to bring me down My mind's about to crack 'cause what I thought could not be found Matter of in fact It's harder still when you're around I can't help but drown Was happiness a fad Or was it in the lost and found

We'll remember these words for better or worse Those whirlwind loves they fade so fast A heart may die, it's a matter of fact And it's up to us To remember these words baby We can't keep that heartbreak trapped inside We gotta let it go to keep our love

Still push harder and still the facts remains Just one to an open end so quickly A simple step now a small matter of time Lest not regret now I'll make you push the line Follow the lead to failure Relinquish and pay no mind Misplace my judgement misstep

(I'm gonna getcha) (Yeah, you can betcha) So, don't try to run, honey; love can be fun There's no need to be alone when you find that someone I'm gonna getcha; it's a matter of fact I'm gonna getcha, don'tcha worry 'bout that You can bet your bottom

(I'm gonna getcha) (Yeah, you can betcha) So, don't try to run, honey; love can be fun There's no need to be alone when you find that someone I'm gonna getcha; it's a matter of fact I'm gonna getcha, don'tcha worry 'bout that You can bet your bottom

Uh God uh you know what we gotta do son Why know what I'm sayin? Word up Make that millions fam No doubt, it's only there for the takings son Matter of fact let me get some of that beer son We drunk all that shit hey yo 44th Side convention Queens

I'm on your back If you walk out on me I'm walking after you I cannot be without you, matter of fact Tonight I'm tangled in my blanket of clouds Dreaming aloud Things just won't do without you, matter of fact If you'd accept surrender, I'll give up some

They, they talking that That gangsta shit They ain't about that Man, matter of fact Hand me my strap Show me where they at I'll stop 'em from talking like that Yeah, niggas talking all that gangsta shit Acting like my money ain't no good in the hood; you