my intuition You're the one I've got to know I give without condition Wouldn't try to save you're soul Money or reputation Doesn't mean a thing to me
never live up and the box won't shut up Ground me out without a doubt We never give it up So I didn't need a book to get the certain look now Well
their own life and their own actions - a dime for my good actions, a nickel for the good things that I could do, and a quarter for my good intentions
and you'll claim, but that's lame And I'm "Damn, another loser" Without an apology, so next time I'm a use a Little more force to get the message across
me where the parties at? Alright thanks my friend from the sons of 'In' We move to the rhythm without wondering Yeah we comes first all is under him Take a
but it makes me crazy when your not there i say dont need you next to meeeeee. said dont need your touch, said dont mean that much, since love dont mean a
I wanna be Sweet little dee-do-dee-dee I don't mean to hurt you, baby, oh no, no Never did I imagine that you would play a major part In a decision
And like Roy Jones, I?m pound for pound Spittin' a different kind of message over platinum sounds Can I get some love and a little respect? Can I rock your world without
phone call, eliminate them without a doubt Gun don't descriminate and bullet no call man's name, it's just the youth dem a murder the next one Damn
part Play your part" (Pimp C) Sweet jones My b**** a choosey lover, never f*** without a rubber Never in the sheets, like it on top of the cover Money on the dresser, drive a
part" [Pimp C:] Sweet jones My bitch a choosey lover, never fuck without a rubber Never in the sheets, like it on top of the cover Money on the dresser, drive a
or say without repeating And a sad story hoped she would keep reading Maybe a message or just not perceiving There's so much to do or say without
pillows Messages left on phones And the postcards in the mail When we sent them Cobwebs all collected Paintings on the walls Lounging around all day In a
I'm just a token of your flirtation Nothing more than a description You're just a guy, just a kid from a place where your philosophy is a catastrophe
next of kin You can find me at the bottom of the bottle At the third row, oh Here's a message, 'You look just fine' Is traveling just a waste of time 'Cause without
guess it's just a sign (uh huh) But it's meaning to the message in the lines (word up) Some things happen for a reason like a blessing in disguise But
money, Texas Not a necklace You gotta to shot at mom dukes Before the techs spit I don't go out looking for Drama like the feds did Music with a message
no nice implants, i mean no accessories, the crime's been an accessory, it's a thinking man's world, shit is chess to me, so let the king move mean time