? I think you've lost me This time it's all brand new It's killing me killing you I'll take the black with the blue You're killing me killing you Now you
think? I think you've lost me This time it's all brand new It's killing me killing you I'll take the black with the blue You're killing me killing you Now you
I think you've lost me This time it's all brand new It's killing me killing you I'll take the black with the blue You're killing me killing you Now you
away No, I don't owe you anything You're like a bullet to my Brain, I'm numb, can't kill my fun If you good and done Then thank you just the same 'Cause
they whip me The damage is done Source Magazine, you're the first one You try to dis Chuck, Cube and me How the fuck you pick us 3? You punk motherfuckers
bitches, guys are darker than shit You musta not a known when you fuckin' hit that day Or maybe you di, you're dyin' anyway And not just you, some of
in your eyes is killing me I guess you knew another vantage 'Cause you could blame me for everything And I don't know how I'ma manage If one day you
and go chill over Turks When me come back a still inna the hole me a lurk I remember those days when informer dirks Get one inna him face and me nuh
you a celebrity overnight You see, see baby girl You see how you make a brother break down I just gotta ask you, what you need What you need from me
at me) But you'll be madder at me when I finish part three of my confessions You don't know how hard it is for me to tell you this But you remember
jerking off Up on a mountain, jerking off Down by the river, jerking off And that's when I have my epiphany You can't spend your whole life jerking off
fuck supreme and them doin a bid(damn) and why cant you come around where you hung as a kid you turn soft on niggas since you got on top i know queens
jerking and she moving Grove St. villain, nigga, who you killing? Broke two years ago, now I'm worth a million Jacksons to the ceiling, that's how we balling You
hoodie on Hustlers, gangstas, bustas, ridas They goin' out with they hoodie on You see the fade bright lights You see my chick, you see my eyes I hit the stage, I kill
a??If you want to talk do it silenta?? Therea??s nothing you can tell my damn fans to stop liking me or writing me they kill for me I will put you out
big for you nigga [J] Would you bid for your nigga? [F] Shit, you my nigga [F] Would you ride for me? [J] Rapper robbery [F] Would you die for me? [J
this record mergers gonna work But when I saw 'Christ On Parade' and 'This is Boston, Not LA' I knew you were the one I knew you were for me When I
