glowing She's three months and showing Seeing her now makes me want to live But her man's got an angry mouth He once told me to rot in hell He's poisonous
s at home He always hears voices when he's all alone His wife took the kids, the car and the crib In this man's world, so much for Women's Lib New
dope on a brotha?s body and claim it was drug related Tell them drug related means there don?t need to be no investigation Or at least that?s the way
is gone, be fearing niggas Then that's what the fuck I have to be now It's a badge of honor And some say that shit's absurd It's more than just a word
used ta, scratch and sing, make sounds and things For example, check out this telephone ring [telephone ring] Hello? Hello? Can I speak to Rahzel? No, he's
[Big Sound] Open the box nigga What's next? Who's next? That baby say what I'm sex, NOW relax! Let me, now I want to express Strikin', don't want to tarnish
on the map And if it dont happen i'll still be smashing in a cadillac Fuck that im riding and gliding in the avenue America's nightmare all dressed
can't break me, it's my turn I'm shootin' for the top of the world Can I make it to the top of the world, hell yeah It's my turn I'll see you at the
been that {nigga} If you really wanna test me, brother don't stress me Or you just be bowlin It's Reverand like a Jesse, brother that's just me and that's
hairy to shave Pause a minute, I'm stressin' the game, if I go to heaven, hell is to blame I don't mean to come off crazy, but you mothafuckas seem to think that I'm hella
whisper out of you She took the Oldsmobile out past Condor Avenue The fairground's lit, a drunk man sits By the gate she's driving through Got his
Even though fat lp's can make a nigga g's Verse 2, MJG: My reason for rhymin, while I'm in, a position to be tellin It's not about the fame and them
these people Ice Cube for President Let's just do it for the hell of it See how I'd run the government, make money irrelevant I might tell a chick, it's
's gonna be And now it's crazy as it is, you know this home for me I would never leave it, you know that's wrong to me I'ma gonna stay down, ya see,
you wanna see Don't believe in predestiny Bacon you never need to bring home Sam Hell gets you redeemed by grace alone Sam's the Mayor of First Avenue
dog in her wig she's three times a lady, sweating like a pig the sun is shining everything's okay a million people realize a smile on someone's face
phony ass superstars carbon copied, indistiguished, no identity/ Raise up off these N-U-T's, cock suckin' nigga, please/ We ain't dealin' with no Jerry Hellers, hell
with you Now when I got to the spot I was ringing her phone Like I'm thinking 'bout bringing you home But that ain't what it's all about Unless that's