By james bracken (instrumental)
truth is you're a liar Then just say that you're okay I'm sleepin' on your side of the bed Goin' out of my head now And if you're out there tryna move
out of the car, in the middle of the road And her screaming and hollerin', is getting mighty old She check every paper, oh when you step out the room
a sweat I'm freaking out It's like a poison in my brain It's like a fog that blurs the sane It's like a vine you can't untangle I'm freaking out Every
sorrow, I die Uh-huh, yeah Fuck my enemies Fuck my foes Damn these hoes You're stepping on my toes Back up off me Take your hands off me Give me room
, indoor, outdoor Nigga tell me, right, Loon goin' south paw It's Bad Boy we don't give a fuck about y'all Step in the room see the bitch come up out
singing I gotta her singing I gotta her singing, ohh I gotta her singing, ohh I gotta her singing, ohh I gotta her singing, ohh Soon as I step out the
How ya gonna diss your boy To get some play? And when I stepped to him about it He said, who snitched? Yo, how did he go out? He went out like a bitch
dawg is doin his thing with my nigga ice-t Dont fake the funk [ice-t] Ice-t baby, this goes out to all you haters out there Actin like a brother done
what's happenin what? The beat become my soul, I'm goin out of control Look in my face as my eyeballs roll Back in my head and the mic glows red Step
's iced out Pimp baby, you can see my wrists with the lights out This is how I do it, mad bitches and clothes Godfather baby, only play to my rogues Step
called your bluff Shot you at such close range, blew out your eardrum Caught you with my mack, blast your cage our your back Yo, the nigga stepped up
new, kid, you got a hit out In interviews you talk a lotta shit out You got paid, you really made out You went broke when your one jam played out Now
down the steps, hands up, sound dumb Shaking like a bitch is how we found him Showed him the Machete, he stepped back from the riot Claimed he ain't never
home men at different hours of the night Startin with laughs--usually endin in a fight Sneak into her room while her mamas knocked out Tryin to have his
out the hood some day Some way we gotta make it up out this life Whether we dribble out this motherfucker Rap metaphors and riddle out this motherfucker Work second floors, hospital out
fuck Gold brain'll get you in the truck ma That's right, you in luck ma You see me cruisin' down, better step inside Ain't enough room to fit you all
time out. Ya know them dymes be out and i'm gonna catch me a cutie. so amazing how they be on me. we up in V.I.P and I think its time 2 play stepped in