, 2 get over u Do - what you wanna do Say - what you gotta say I'm - finally on my way 2 get up, 2 get out, 2 get over u For so long I only blamed myself
his new ?? crazy shit that happen when you mix rappin with trappin fuck around and get ur wig pushed backwards pushed off the backboards blow dat thing california license plate, u
would stay grounded I went all over the world and I done been through it at the beginning I knew I wouldn't give in to it but temptation over the sensation
cha* I don't know if it's an angel in the night telling me that god said you deserve that shit take his life death is easy id rather bring u pain like
owe you for helping me go 4 times platinum I had a kid to my life he's almost 2 i guess wat im tryin 2 say is thank you for over ten years in the ghetto
do You know why? (Why?) 'Cuz I want you to have fun So how u want 2 b done? (Yeah, baby, yeah, how u want 2 be done?) Baby, how u want 2, how u want 2
?all Knuckin if u buckin probably bustin? at yo couzin We youngin?s that?s ?bout somethin? Y?all niggas ain't ?bout nuthin? (chyea, chyea) Verse 2: Nigga
alright Cheers 2 U for givin' me a chance I'll be your angel your guardian man Cheers 2 U for givin' me a chance I'll be your angel your guardian angel
can show you the terror that curiosity brings [Monoxide Child] And I can be the last straw, that puts you over the edge And leaves eleven at your work place dead [Chorus x2
Lets both blow a digit A sleep over ya dig dig it Lets get lit and make our toes figit Look baby doll I don't pay for the call It's a 2 way street please
that thang in deep and Make u pay Like u weigh Kno that thang ain't cheap eh You goin stay Where u lay Yea I got that knockout Fast as many pac out U
right all along I should of been strong Instead of letting everything get carried away Fussing and fighting with you like everyday Telling you things that I know I regret So hung over
, get on yo' ass (2 0 0 4) G-U-Y-2-K, 'bove y'all (2 0 0 4) G-U-Y-2-K, 'bove y'all (2 0 0 4) G-U-Y-2-K, 'bove y'all (2 0 0 4) G-U-Y-2-K, 'bove y'all (
i am on the phone here. Alright. i've got a life to you know and i would appreciate it if i could get through one conversation without hearing the words
lose, don't snooze on the 30 shot Who's on my my hip when I leave my residence Get me fed I spit lead and leave u dead like presidents Shit is silly,
'd lose myself inside u till u get all I got Talk 2 me, baby (yeah), tell me how u wanna be done (yeah, yeah) I want u 2 imagine u're making angels, angels
