mean is that I will no longer let you control me So you better hear me out, this much you owe me I gave up my life for you, totally devoted to you, while
that you're going to I'm haunting you bitch, everywhere you turn I'm following you 'Cause I loved you with every ounce of me, you know it's true It's killing you
Too much of anything can make you sick Even the good can be a curse Makes it hard to know which road to go down Knowing too much can get you hurt. Is
if you see her you can have her She'll be outside my door So tell a preacher, tell a doctor I curse the very day you were born Tell my lawyer to tell
Too much of anything can make you sick Even the good can be a curse, curse Makes it hard to know which road to go down Knowing too much can get you hurt
talk 'cause I'm listenin' Fuck 'round and end up missin', if you curious No weed or no vodka, my soul will make me pop ya Don't make me have to milk
hit 'em wid the Ouija curse Them worse to worst Dog, if you wanting to test Bone The consequences are fatal Ready be strapped, papped wid me sawed off
no pretenders, bitch, you hoes ain't Bone I hope you realize that you ain't Bone You ain't Bone Why don't you realize that you ain't Bone? Nigga, you
mean nuthin' to me, to me Uh, you want it with who? You can't be talkin' to Louch or none of his crew We poppin' you quick, put big knives in you, bitch
and nouns shatter walls of underground Let me be blunt: I like crackin brews with bitches The ninety-four era I cause terror, whatEVER Rainin on you
sayin' fuck me, every time we fussing Skip I'm sick of hustlin', boy you just disgustin' Na na na na, bitch, don't you tell me nothing All you know is
every club your go into I'm hauntin' you bitch everywhere you turn im following you cause I loved you with every ounce of me you know its true, its killin you
Why do you hate me? I came from nothin' (Hate me) Blood sweat and tears, you did not create me How can you doubt me? You don't know shit about me (Doubt me
oh oh Betcha you saw so many pretty faces Before you saw me me Now all you see is me I'm turning to you (I'm turning to you) Noo oh Take your time
opposition Gave me lots of vision In pots I'm pissing Still niggas try to make me missing I christen the dead Run with killers that sick in the head Unless
sick of this! [Project Wyze, Madchild x3] Tell me why you leavin me, Everytime you seeing me, Is this the way you treating me? Erica please! [
you with your own conviction, shit was not fiction Now you in a state of non-fiction Make you beg for mercy, if you ever approach me I blow your head
curse me You don't appreciate, neither for, you don't deserve me Tick tock tick, things are getting thick Here comes the heavster and I know it makes you sick