have, I wouldn't have If the niggaz wouldn'ta took it, I wanted things My momma couldn't afford, and that's crazy 'Cause as a little shorty it made
small waist and you seen your daughter lately I got her goin crazy She call me her baby and I ain't even blaze yet, amazin And out the B2K shit, guess who
day Wearin' jewels, expensive clothes so on and so on And my man didn't know that the girl was a hoein' Now she got a little pot, I guess she's goin
Yeah he walks real cool I guess that bulge in his coat is a tool Yeah but for what? For those who don't know who he is The neighborhood jackers that
a crime to tell em whats on my mind I guess I'ma CRIMINAL I dont gotta say a word I just flip em the bird and keep goin' I dont take shit from no one
That's what I get fuckin' a crazy bitch Rough life, stab wounds, cuts, & bites Is dice, I guess I was blessed to touch mics ?Borciase? my words spreads across tribes Who
ain't shave I leave the booth smellin' like somebody ain't sprayed I would talk about Kimbo but I ain't crazy I'm like Marty McFly Goin back in time and
we think that it's a crime That we should have a older brother Who picks on us all the time So, next time he's sleeping in his room We're goin' to sneak
on W O L D Playin' all the hits for you wherever you may be The bright good-mornin' voice who's heard but never seen Feelin' all of forty-five goin'
smart I guess you knew It was goin' nowhere right from the start But your memory brings a smile And every once in a little old while I remember your sheer craziness
wanted was the love of her own child She asked the first guy to have his baby He looked at her like she must be crazy He was makin' records and goin
while it's hot and got the bitches posted up in the parkin' lot and guess what she want the nigga with the biggest nuts (Who dat?) A nigga who don't
backpacks and drips Sweatshirts running network and guess and cred The word was spread with speed, the name grew like weeds Wasn't long till we took the lead Twin cities was little
she ain't shave I leave the booth smellin like somebody ain't sprayed I would talk about Kimbo but I ain't crazy I'm like Marty McFly goin back in time
-a-chick-a he's crazy! I'm sick of them 'born agains' Walkin' around askin' if you know God a?? speakin' of You Know Who Yeah, but there's no proof though
hit the skin Cause I'll be mad as fuck, I come back, you left and hit the benz You say you got pictures of this chick who I was walking with Talking with
the code of honor staying together It's getting hot I think you should take off the sweater Rattle and knock all of your troops who goin' to get this
what I get fuckin' a crazy bitch Rough life, stab wounds, cuts, and bites Is dice, I guess I was blessed to touch mics Borciase, my words spreads across tribes Who