blame me Or you'll be sorry you're not getting through I'm gonna back down as of right now I won't hate myself to be loved by you See me cry, see me
my foes Damn these hoes You're stepping on my toes Back up off me Take your hands off me Give me room to breathe I'm not hearing it I'm not fearing
ain't buy Or we ain't try, or we ain't drive The judge said, "Not guilty" and he ain't lie Niggas need a hit it's to me they cry So why front like nigga
, rhythm rock, poetry sayer I'm the life saver, the New York mayor Before you try me, you better say your prayers My word to the wise is, "Do not cry
the judge, drop the top, we'll mess around Shit, it's the kid rapper's feelin' You cowards don't know? I'd rather be racketeerin' somewhere Bustin' shots in the atmosphere and Not
'll be sorry That you pushed me into the coffee table last night So I can push you off me Try and touch me so I can scream at you not to touch me Run
like the last chick (you ever had). Smooth like butter, Simple, real soft, Coming over nothing, I'm letting you get off. Your try'na be the last dude (I'll ever have), Better talk to the last dude (was not
butter Simple Real Soft Coming over nothing I'm letting you get off Your try to be the last dude I'll ever have Better talk to the last dude Was not
' a rhyme fit K K K pray each day that I get hit Motherfuckers try to flip on the Icepick Move and slip, close the eyes and catch a fuckin' clip Not
she's nothin' but a woman then you come up shot You say, "Why you wanna kill me?" and she says "Why not?" Pop, she got a body that'll make you cry Pop
it Try to suppress it till they undress it Beg 'em to use it, cry not to lose it No man can deny it, don't even try it I love ladies Ladies are you
is try Then I see you standing there I'm all I'll ever be But all I can do is try, oh try, try, try All of the moments that already passed We'll try
mess that we made When we still had the passion to hate I miss missing you sometimes I miss hurting you 'til you cry I miss watching you as you try Try not
beat again, it's killing me Hey, hey, hey If I died, yeah, would you come to my funeral? Would you cry, would you feel some regret that we didn't try
I cry Please don't stop in front of me Cause your loves no longer sweet The next time I bring you change Baby please pull back ya hand You know your not
laugh Sometimes it makes me cry It's not a perfect world, I don't wanna lie Sometimes it makes me laugh Sometimes it makes me cry It's not a perfect
ones to keep your eyes on Like how we used to do, to keep the house warm Now those the type of eyes, I not cry from You see the tears of fire run out
how to fly Not the homecoming kind Take the top off, and who knows what you might find Won't confess all my sins You can bet I'll try it, but you can