One Million Niggaz Inside... You can't break me even though you try One Million Niggaz Inside... Even though you hit me with everything you got One Million
my life no more, I told you, nigga, it's a wrap Oooh, you claim you a dog, my nigga, I'm the vet We can't even talk 'less you got the check, I guess
was [Roxie Hart] You double-crosser! You big bluffer mouth! You promised you'd stay... [Amos Hart] What're you talking about? You've been setting me
come off on me, because you doo-doo Treatin me the e doubl-e, like a stepchild Well let me tell you homeboy you're livin foul Mc's, you know who you are
UP ABOVE YOU IN THE CLEAR BLUE SKIES HOW I WORRY ABOUT YOU JUST CAN'T LIVE MY LIFE WITHOUT YOU BABY COME HERE, DON'T HAVE NO FEAR IS THERE A WONDER WHY
's drivin me crazy but I can walk from here I feel close to insane, I gots no fear My mental is scrambled like eggs It fucks me up, everytime I see a
suddenly I wasn't afraid to die She brought me coffee, pillows and tea Said, "You're as safe as you can be" Said there's nothing to worry about Then
your Mercedes, but first you got to pay me You better quit with all the question, sugar who's little girl am I Why I'm yours if you got enough money
, all blue, all old people with you Facilities mailing, jail brothers miss you Wow, it gets crazy when I think about the money you made me You slipped me away, but Jakes tried to rade me
- talking] "Somebody told me, that the, I'm the truth Don't worry about it, get down with me and ah We'll set you free... " (Hit it!) [Break: Brother
to do? Got to no trailer, you gotta move Now it's on to Texas and to (Geeoorrggiiaa) They tell you what they want, show you what they want you to see
why the sky is blue, I don't know why I write these tunes, But with a vibe like this I'ma climb these cliffs So I'll be there for you (Eso) Well how you
sky, all blue, all old people with you Facilities mailing, jail brothers miss you Wow, it gets crazy when I think about the money you made me Slipped me
the mic (through) But don't stress it right, 'cause the promoter's shady He gonna have me on some "fuck you, pay me! " (oh, you mean the...) The last
tour when I'm abroad you don't worry about these broads When I'm bored I just pick up and call And it's like you plug me in the socket, my energy sky
your Mercedes, but first you got to pay me) (You better quit with all the question, sugar who's little girl am I) (Why I'm yours if you got enough money
on sidewalks And pretending that you don't notice me Or telling people that you're worried about me And saying nothing when you see a brother walkin'
why they stay with me So if you havin girl problems, I'll be there for you son Got 99 problems and a bitch ain't one - hit me Yo Marquis - you from Miami
