'm talking 'bout trouble Too many reasons for the blues I'm talking trouble It's time we had some better news I'm talking 'bout trouble Too many reasons for the blues
you again But is that a good thing? Cause girl I can't be your man, no ma'am I know whats on your brain You're probably hoping never would end Like is it the real
for me, my brain sails/sells Now believe it, better place checks Bad Boy, big things nigga, HF [Classy Freddie Blassy] I put it down for mine, my crew live a life
me caged in Hope they got patience More you win they want you to lose I don't floss no more, I drop jewels They hope we might chill the heights real
Sean-e-sean was the driver Known to give freaks hell Had a beeper goin' off like a high school bell Looked in the mirror what did we see ? Fuckin' blue
the crew's weighin' Dust is burnin', the steering wheel's turnin' I'm out a week, I'm already earnin' Suckers crossed, tonight it's their loss Payback time, boy, life
got the sack Bruce is a giant - Nat C's clockin' Dough Be bop's a pimp. My old freaks a hoe The batter rams rollin' rocks are the thing Life has no meaning
love 'cuz you're all my brothers Red or blue, black's the color We got a chance, so we can really sweat the real fools Show those muthafuckas the real
hand, plus an angry man, minus love Equals and me, the sky's blue and they rags Toe-tags and body bags, y'all feel me? Is it too real G? Brothers say
the punk police ain't learned shit yet You mutha-fuckas gonna pay the price Can't make a Black life, don't take a Black life It's on, the next real
nice to wear and a place to sleep My name is Ice, I'm the nicest guy you're ever gonna meet Tell me what you want, I'll make your life complete She
a life-aholic Told'em all these beats is like the Wallis to my Gromit... (Ha) The alpha to my Bruce wearing stripes on my candy cane Worn without the other so for real
life nine. Pimping aint dead cause I be the life line And I don't buy the bar cuz it don't sell white wine Gon' let that light shine ballin' for a life
Ay, lemme kick it to you right quick man Not on some gangsta shit man on some real shit Anybody who been through the same thing I'm sure you feel the
Big money talkin', Mayweather - Paquiao Gucci soft up 'cause he can't hard top it now Now what you boys got a death wish? I beat a mothafucka uglier than Precious Real
heaven sent (sense) The pretense, I blow up to create a science based on reliance In fact, you will agree, that it is to be a real emcee Such as he who
I went to see the doctor He said, "You're pretty sick You got some real bad habits You'd better stop right quick" I said, "Doctor that's real bad news