't forget to lose my number Nothing matters (Lose my number, nothing matters) Nothing matters (Don't forget to lose my number, nothing matters) Nothing matters (Don't forget to lose my
Do you remember that one Christmas when we Didn't think we'd be together. We were almost seperated by the weather But I ran through the snow Right up
be the sky that you shine in? Dedicated I put the time in Shorty that's the frame of mind I'm in Let me show you who you are Can you be my present and
Mmm mmm, yeah Doo doo, doo doo doo, doo doo doo Oh yeah Gotta change my answering machine Now that I'm alone 'Cuz right now it says that we Can't come
my business, my business Stay the fuck up out my business, ah 'Cause these niggaz all up in my shit And it's my business, my business Stay the fuck up out my
cause a jacker might run in your house [Verse: Z-Ro] Now snitch fellas get up under my skin That's why I don't mess with friends Unless it's my Mac-
[Scarface] Dirty Nigga, dirty money [Tanya Herron] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah [Scarface] Dirty, fo sho It's your downfall [Tanya Herron] Yeah, yeah
on my hands That's not in my plan, to unstrap it and murda ya man, I murda ya man And I go home and got your blood on my clothes, and I'll be guilty But
my eyes Uh, I know you see the fire in my eyes Uh, I know you see the fire in my eyes The hunger, the hate, I'm trapped inside, now die Everybody in
But before I put my trust in a man, I'll just wait Or better yet, I take the journey for myself Put a bullet in my own head, it's my death So when 12
I ever did, put in my heart for ya Starin' at my eyes they ain't shot, wide open Gotta love forming in my life, for another day And I thank you for some
again, it be the same old shit I finally realized you just a plain old bitch Started gettin my shit tight rockin shows every night Gettin my dick sucked
heart Arguing with my baby momma because shes convinces you'z a mark My word is my bond, my life is my son My duece is my gun, and my fear is to have
By any means necessary I had to go out and get it And come back wit it, thug life I was wit it My balls and my word told a nigga that the world was mine
searching me a hood rat With good cat, something beautiful to look at, fa sho' I kick it for my niggaz in the ghetto And all my homies in the federal
you [ VERSE 2: Scarface ] I see that lately that my loves on Stop at Papa Joes and get my grub on I ran into my old fling Tasha Still looking cute but
, I don't need no count-off Just drop the beat and I'm on it, aight? (2-3-4) I took my chances, when I did my dirt And my advice to any nigga if you
what I already did The life you choose to emulate, that's the life I live Dream house, dream car, quarter past that That money that you makin, was my