[Princess ] Yeah niggaz hate to love me and love to hate me i keep it cool cuz that shit motivates me the rap game easy but niggaz shady they talk when
the rest of that shit is a conspiracy I got the word and heard he back on the grind Ran across and met a nice spot, runnin' his mob Learn it nigga, so
learn they lessons My first love, even before I had a daughter, or a lady was rappin, sweet lyrics, I love you, my baby MJG, what you see, on TV, is
man to me Pulling petty crimes, thinking that you're gonna flatter me Bitch I could give a fuck about what you're doing I could give a fuck about what
judge, spray the bitch Motherfuckers is crooked, is what I scream, and hit the fence I comense to get wicked, spittin' rounds as the plot thickens Never missin' an early grave is
Unless we chase you As we escape through your pockets By all means neccessary, the rest is secondary Comin' for back till my flesh is buried The test is
slugs the guns the drugs got crime on killing the love the spirits above drop a warning sigh its only 1999 but all I think about is 85 them good times
warm embrace I got plenty love for the 4-4 But when I pick it up, I don't wanna let it go Because a nigga straight loving your warm embrace I got plenty love
/ but committed no crime I've done my sentence / but committed no crime I've done my sentence / but committed no crime, crime, crime And we mean to go
anyone I know He scares me so When he's cold and dead Will he let me be? Does he love? Does he love me too? Does he care for me? Oh, God My mind is
all for the money so we took the wrong path(POW) I got bullets that'll crack the sky hit nacys for a burger milkshake and frys "nicky why" is what they
believe the HYPE is real... 'Yeah! Yeah! You rockin' wit the talk of New York Tony yayo Shady aftermath with the Soul Assasins. Chorus: Niggas know what
destiny, ja'causezi waters soakin' me Floatin in a smokin Durango, doin my thing yo My mac-milli (what?) sweeter than a mango Son you know the drilly, the drama is
the saltshaker, the dro' is the vapor I ain't got love for niggaz if all they try to do is cake her I ain't sippin on no chaser, that's what we tell the
know the stats God, don't even ask pah, back slit Raw drug raps, thug hats and mob hats, spit on that cat This yellow love nigga fuckin' with a rich cat
what? [You ain't talkin to me] What the fuck you talkin about? Yo, open your hand man, what the fuck is that in your hand man? [What? Huh?] *fight
fronted by none Roots of by none and by cause we da ones Runnin? the street and takin? yo men Fuck what you heard we know bitches is fast Swervin? our
best thing thats happened to me cant u see what u mean to me? i did not mean to yell keep punch and make u bleed remember what we used to be remember what
