to eye, I'm on your side, I'm on your side, Oh But we don't see eye to eye. Sit back and wait, Let someone else make the mistakes, No time to waste,
'm somebody that you should know Get to shakin' somethin' 'cause that's what Drumma produced it for Yes I make mistakes that I don't ever make excuses
up cause they're not blind While I live the thin line, between love and hate How many gon' survive Armageddon Just waiting to atone that day In the Roman gates here to make no mistakes
me some space When I let the wind blow in my face *** don't quit 'till I finish the race Number one in the place, betta make no mistake And if you don
'm not a loud one but if I feel blows I'm a loud one and I spray like a mac fast repeatin an black automatic an that ill make your body movement erratic
on mine I'ma G on, Dub C let a scene on Get my green on, with my white sling on Weather my rag in, with my khakis cuffed and dragging Three wheels, make
Listen boy Don't want to see you let a good thing Slip away You know I don't like watching Anybody make the same mistakes I made She's a real
major Blaze up, getting with hoes through my pager Was raised up, commencing to money makin' tactics It's getting drastic, niggas got automatics My fingers on the trigga, tell the Lord To make
way I see it, mmm, sexual In the gunfight, two on three, you on me Dawg, I got shit to make the world shake One mistake, blaow, start a earthquake Fuck
m sayin'? You can rap, you can sing, see it ain't no thing 'Cause every nigga in my click is first nigga to swing Place the call, make you fall, we can
By my lonesome, but I'm on some, so who wants some? Fresh out the gates, ain't no room to make mistakes Try to make my tapes, but I feel the hoe hate
bitch niggaz I got him now I'm comin after you I put it in and do him So hop your bitch ass in this effect Make no mistake Yeah nigga you dead I
Attitude's unpredictable, behavior is boratic Could snap at any time, and right now, I ain't had it, bitch Make no mistake about it Your life has just
more triggers meaning more killers You muthafuckas better mob up It's a static, it's automatic, so grab the automatics And pumps and pull the triggers And make
like, you know what I'm sayin'? Fuck 'em [Chorus:] From what I was told niggaz say I'm a hit No Limit like Pac, Hit Death Row and make some mon', now
They tap our frequency So we got to watch what we say, from New Orleans to L.A We got money to make, Gotti, I play for high stakes No mistakes involved
thug, hope You understand Forgive me for my mistakes, I gotta play my hand And my hand's on the sixteen-shot, semi-automatic Crooked cop killin' Glock
