with OG at a Yankee game Shit, I made the Yankee hat more famous than a Yankee can You should know I bleed blue, but I ain't a Crip though But I got a
! Celebrate it! It?s a holiday nigga I made it! Celebrate it! Celebrate it! It?s a holiday nigga I made it! Verse 2: To the top now Im a pop now I got
airport they check all through my bag And tell me that it's random, but we stay winnin' This week has been a bad massage, I need a happy endin' And a new beginning and a
need your car fixed or money to get back and forth to the doctors don?t try to seduce me cuz I aint got a quarter for a Lucy Just give me a dap or
a kiss from (Can I have a kiss) Can I have a kiss from (Can I have a kiss) For old times' sake, no Been a long time since I've called you mine Sure would love
is the secret to your song?' Cause when you're walking along when you're walking along? Your legs are a melody my hands would like to play and your hips are a
a fool Crying over you If your so sick of love songs So tired of tears You say you love me Why ain't you here? I'm so sick of your love songs So sad
you and to love you and to be with you for life Come on home to me Charlene She knows I really love this whole music thang Since I was a child it's
it happened so fast I didn't really know this kid though I sat by him in class May be this kid was reachin' out for love or May be for a moment he forgot
jail bars Jigga, no pies, no case Just Hawaiian shirts, hangin' with little Chase You a fan, a phony, a fake, a pussy, a Stan I still whip your ass, you thirty-six in a
Reminiscin' when it wasn't all business It forgot where it started So we all gather here for the dearly departed Hip-hopper since a toddler One homeboy became a man, then a
a Mother Lover You're a Mother Lover We should fuck each others mothers Both: Fuck each others moms Pushin' that place that you came out as a baby Aint
the shit since I could remember Before most of these niggas even thought about rap We was screamin' out no surrender With a gat in the hand runnin'
When I'm as real as a realass nigga can get And I was raised with that g-code imbedded in my blood And I would rather die than tell on a nigga from my
me in my next life Heartbreak's a teacher And now, I love, ah, love, ah Little bit deeper Why? Oh why? (Oh, why?) First step, take a deep breath You don't need a
to be myself I don;t need nobody's help I'm doing so good I forgot that I could Live like this Ohh -Chorus First step take a deep breath you don't need a
somebody with ya Make 'em risk a total eclipse of sun to get richer Baby, a little time and something fine that'll fix ya With shield love you forgot
Hey C.S. man umm Yeah since you don't wanna gimme a dollar for no beer umm why don't you gimme a lyrical shoutout on your album junior? C'mon man gimme
