Lil Mama I'm peepin your style Do I think you're dope enough, yup One way of findin it out The way you came at me, boo Don't care, not afraid I'm like
Lil Mama I?m peepin your style Do I think you?re dope enough, yup One way of findin it out The way you came at me, boo Don?t care, not afraid I?m like
I never cared about the car I'd drive Or the room I'd sleep or the bus I'd ride. Just as long as I could get somewhere And not get hurt I could breathe
Nigga need work, I got birds in the safe Ski mask in the cut hand, keys to the Maybach Where you lay at, bitch, I scope I never miss where I spray at
block that got they're stash took, The niggas who took it turned around and got his ass busted. I'm out here, half the time I dont sleep. How Imma sleep
It comes to me these nights In half-conscious-state visions Staring at the lens the one ever staring at me It can matter not to them When toilers fall
1) vocal under a bloodlight Last night you said I was cold, untouchable A lonely piece of action from another town I just want to be free, I'm happy
no other place to go. My last hope is that with my death I may pass into the world of my dream, and know peace at last." The sleep is still in my eyes
pumpin' I smash pumpkins, hard rock be in the cafe Tear the club up, and anyone that try to judge us The last days, makin' sure I get the last say In
swervin' New York metropolis, the bridge brings apocalypse Shoot at the clouds feels like, the holy beast is watchin' us Mad man my sanity is goin' like an hourglass Gun inside my bad hand
And tell my girl to Braid my hair, c'mon and braid my hair Back in my hood, feelin' good, no worries or no cares Baby, use your hands to make me feel
[Are you sleeping, are you sleeping? If you're dreaming are you dreaming of me? I can't believe you actually picked me...] [Hey Justin, this is your mother
Is she waiting now? Do you think she really really cares? Is she standing and looking with her hope? Her fingers through her hair Looking at the future
feelings My own hostility Wearing my hate on my face Look into my eyes How in the world could you take care of me? You could not care for you I'm left
mothafuckin' brain 'cause I'm a nigga you can't sleep on So set the alarm, 'cause I'm hittin' like a mothafuckin' bomb I do damage with the 9 in my hand
a swing from my hand, thought I was faded Start runnin' for the door but it seems he never made it The sound of the 9 went *** And I don't care [Incomprehensible
can have yo' child, you don't know What I had to go through to clap this clown, check my background The last nigga to see you bleed, the last nigga to see you breath The last
't move, I got you surrounded Huh, cause I wrote rhymes and bass pounded To the body ( *cutting* ) to the head ( *cutting* ) How you gonna last on stage