Jesus, here my prayer CHORUS Look down, look down Sweet Jesus doesn't care 3RD CONVICT I know she'll wait I know that she'll be true CHORUS Look down, look down
She be doin' her own thang, independent and hard workin' That's why I do extras with it, she feel good so it's all worth it When I say she especially gifted, every move she
don?t need the money, I don?t need the fame. I don?t need the lifestyle, I don?t need the pain. I don?t need the clubs, I don?t need the cars. none of
two hoes and I ain't get up the fucking drive way yet Soon as I open the door, you try to resist, what for? Get in girl, don't push shorty Your, fightin
don't give a fuck who you get... I don't give a fuck if Jesus write your verses and Satan and God produced it I don't give a fuck if Puff signed it I don
will be judged I wanted to die so much with nobody to trust Deep down, I felt that she was just another liar Now I wouldn't spit on her if she was on
They don't brown-nose They think they all that, they got the whole clique down them hoes Big Tymers don't trust hoes Big Tymers don't love hoes After
sing I am one with myself as I turn to The I prefer the dreams to the reality I prefer my life, don't need no other man's wife Don't need no crazy lifestyle
It ain't right but I ain't white and all I got is the street life I know you lookin' down sayin' you ain't raise me this way Don't be mad, we'll talk
scheming on the comedians now But leave me, bitch, you better believe, can't nobody save you When I move my music underground And don't deceive me,
don't You don't You don't see me You don't You don't You don't see me You don't You don't You don't see me You don't You don't You don't see me at all
with thirty-seven bitches in my dick I got another destination ain't no use in chillin wit these hoes 'causez bitches want riches And I Being the type of hustler that I am really don't
-O 'cause I don't wanna be cool, I don't wanna be you I don't wanna shake hands, or wear your G-Unit shoes Don't want you on my hooks, don't wanna be
'cause I don't wanna be cool, I don't wanna be you I don't wanna shake hands, or wear your G-Unit shoes Don't want you on my hooks, don't wanna be in
don't know will I ever be a cell mate But I do know I'm never goin' straight ganstaism Yeah, really doe 3-2 in the muthafuckin' house doe Down with the
a hoe, baby, I can?t save you What I can do for you goes without sayin? Not sayin? that I want us to be naked, baby I don?t want you to think that I?
t ever land Some things I don't want to look at I don't want to understand but You give me a ladder now I surely believe I'll climb It don't even matter
it was working Rich niggas, you can't beat then join 'em You can't join us then beat it Leave us alone you hater you! [Chorus] We Live ladies. Don't you want