So, let me stay Stay a little while I?ll be gone girl Before the sun can rise I know you?re scared I know your father?s mad I know the saying in thee
? i don't know, i don't know all i really know is i don't know, i don't know now your sisters have gone, one by one one took jesus, one took the gun
too but the longer that she makes me wait the more my heart begins to break but it's worth it when she comes in the morning she'll be gone and i'll be
your spiritual essence You're gone but we still feel your presence Nothing can bring you back, black Still and all it's just a fact that you gone Dive
's like hundreds and hundreds like tens I get paid, Black, but laid back with mild manners When I flip it's the opposite of dark Bruce Banner Out the lab
Jetting back to the lab, I'm getting back on my job I'm fully backed by the Mobb, I keep my back to the wall keep the blacks to my wall I'm trying to
put yourself in the picture up on the wall don't look too close maybe don't look at all it's family fortune taking the blame whole lot of savings gone
a lab concocted a germ warfare To the booty, I rocked it 105 million goin' down in da ground Most in da black an' da brown How did I catch this riddle
Yeah, that?s the beat right there I?m about to black out with 100 bars On some professional shit So don?t try this at home, yo, yo, yo, yo My style of
baby til your G-strang break loose I'm watchin now gone make them hoes hate you She's a cover girl under bed cover fuck yo red brother And yo black brother
niggas to make room, clear the path Whoever stand in my way they doomed, I might do a year and a half For stabbin a bitch, when I'd rather be in my lab
wit him 'cause 9 times outta 10, he laced it revolver in his back-pack money blendin in 'cause he half black movin through the hood like a lab rat never
I figured what the hell So we yell out, hey girl, they yell back Maybe two in the front, maybe two in the back But they had this dark tag, couldn't see through the black
doors, meet me at the airport Tell Golden Arms maintain the fort Get in touch with that West Coast Cali crab you stabbed And meet me at the bitch lab
In The 7-Tre Gas Break Dippin' Shakin' The Feds Makin' The Bread Ching-Ching [Verse 2: Goldie] I Drink 211 And Smoke On Bomb Til' It's Gone Then Drop
the airport TELL GOLDEN ARMS MAINTAIN THE FORT Get in touch with that West coast Cali crab you stabbed And meet me at the bitch lab So word up kid, we
[feat. Dr. Dre & Liz Rodrigues] [Chorus: Liz Rodriguez] I'm about to lose my mind You've been gone for so long I'm running out of time I need a doctor