would have to shed my light I hope All I do is hope for the blind man Hope for the crippled man Hope for the dry old smile All I do is hope I watch
I would have to shed my light I hope All I do is hope for the blind man Hope for the crippled man Hope for the dry old smile All I do is hope I watch
though see it's a difference, a lot of niggaz pop shit But a lot of niggaz don't make hits But it's like this whole Bad Boy shit we come to bring it
G he's down with us Sway and King Tech are down with us Makin' funky music is a must I'm #1 People still takin' rappin' for a joke A passing hope, or
that ass in a hospital Wrapped in a cast from head to toe This boy he real! Racing those candy Sevilles through Dixie Hills My car do wheelies they
though see it's a difference a lot of niggaz pop shit But a lot of niggaz don't make hits But it's like this whole Bad Boy shit we come to bring
click Got most of them crosses out But still I got a few to get Those who used to be wid me like Hope that boy ahead and he fall Sick ah hearin' from
his pocket Pulls out a gun Fires off a bullet Hits the woman in the lungs Half a second later His coat starts to smoke Bombs going off Yells a dealer loosing hope
no more, Chest cracker, neck snapper, don't make the Mex act a, Muthafuckin' fool on the best actor, Lead blaster, I hope it hits you where it has
to where ever your sick tickle desire The gangsters of this other century Transforming hustlers and players into sissies So slim goodie, you don't want no drug boy
though see it's a difference, a lot of niggaz pop shit But a lot of niggaz don't make hits But it's like this whole Bad Boy shit we come to bring it to
' for the dank, You probably threw it out with your old pack of cigarettes, Look in the trashcan you're as high as you get, Sometimes you forget smokin' one to many hits
can ask Mr. CCC who hot Tony Yayo I bet 10 G's you flop Run up on that new 300 C you got Stop hoping I fall, hope the bleeding stop And I hope you black
ask Mr. CCC who hot Tony Yayo I bet 10 G's you flop Run up on that new 300 C you got Stop hoping I fall, hope the bleeding stop And I hope you black
in their way. So Alex hits the bottle hard, gives out his things, his clothes, his car, and has plans to make this all go away... The bottle hits the
