shown I'm strong enough to make it on my own On my own, on my own, on my own I don't need any help, i can hold my own
's my twisted way of keep you close I'm a nervous wreck, I'm a broken man Did you get my message, did it send? Or do you get along on your own? I'm taking
m stupid but I won't get my drama on what I'm dealing with is too real for me to comment on Jay finally got it through my head not to run my mouth so
game but yet you don't know Static on the way / make us all say whoa The people up top push the people down low Get down And obey every word Steady getting
? And nigga show that we had nothin' but heart (Bone Thugs) And who be the nigga that come to my side when it's about murder? My niggas, my niggas will
' on back-stabbing vultures Sellin' my soul for material wishes, fast cars and bitches Wishin' I live my life a legend, immortalized in pictures Why shed tears? Save your sympathy My
you Hoping to finally nail this All I need is your word, lazy bones Where are all our friends? Where are all our friends? Going down again Watching you Finally
get my thoughts down but it's getting late Need to get up now, get my feet on the ground But the show is so unprepared now My place so messed up, I tried on
on my neck Preserve the sexy The O's in the check Preserve the sexy Crib and the whips Preserve the sexy Cash, the chips Preserve the sexy The honey on my
to spit a lot of game But back then, I was just sayin' my name I had a record player on my stereo Got down on my knees with my radio From Oakland, California
And every time I see you dance I get lace in my veins An all type of loss again erasing my brain 'Cuz my heart says love but my mind say lust And it
had my own mama sufferin, that's sumpthin yeah okay I turned straight into a hustla crap on bustas skrilla fo reala from them suckas I gave my mama
break See things change, yeah I've been changing everything It's peaceful, the pitch black, when the last light on goes out I'm stranded in my bed, so
that's nothin like Dexter my man I guess you got caught up in the wrong hands Word em up, word em up, huh, word em up, hops Cold set my brother up and
47, let him go fight his own war Let him impress Daddy that way No more blood for oil, we got our own battles to fight on our own soil No more psychological
niggas die with my hand on they throat Sinkin' river banks and wash up on land when they float Choking on your own words, should've watched the grammar you spoke One last final
the brother who won't come back Who died in my arms on the railroad track 'Cause I'm caught in the rat race, looking for my own space There's gotta be
of control If you gets in the way of my paper, by my skyscraper We can chunk it, long as you ain't crossed that line You can put me on the phone with
