In my mind's eye You throw wickedness at me I'm just a toy to you I bring no real joy to you The way I see it You don't want me here no more You
(In my minds eye ) you throw wickedness at me im just a toy to you i bring no real joy to you the way i see it, you dont want me here no more you want
little girl I'm tryin' to lure evil into my world I tell them that I'm curious, and I'm only 12 Mom and dad are gone for the day, and I'm by myself Buckets
like he postin' bail Or send his hand with no nails to his mom in the mail I thought I told you, have my money (Whatcha wan' do, nigga?) You got until
? I'm scared of myself, don't nobody wanna try Kim Y'all know you done fucked up Now whassup y'all better come roll with us Who's you Mister? It's Lil
hustle, I'm out Coka baby, man, you know I already had money Definition of that brown paper bag money Try front and I'll zip you in a bag, money For
you livin a lie that means you only welcome for a limited time i dont care who you know interfere with my doe then i'll come where you stay you was cool
Now the sweat from your forehead is Drippin' in my chest no fakin' no more Because you know you dealin' with the best You want a key to my pad, but you tweekin' You
kissed up in Bloomingdale You can go be a pimp, you can go be a hoe But you only gon' get paid off what you know If you don't know shit, then you can
man wit all tha work Kidnap yo wife and yo daughter erase you off tha earth Them niggas cut throats this shit is real 'causeen Better know tha game 'cause if you don't you
the [Incomprehensible] and get a bad leather jacket Boy you [Incomprehensible] bankrupt Like you when I was younger But I got my life together and I bettered myself
, well, well, well, well, well Huh, thinkin' back, you gotta watch your back and play it well Enjoyed myself when I was out there tryin' ta get in that mail
my mail to the hillside of Vallejo On a mission about my mail to the hillside of Vallejo You niggaz got me fucked, fucked up Me yanked myself up out
nigga Check this out you been listenin' for awhile Why don't you tell these niggas What they really thinkin' about When be wrappin' this mail Turn my mail
fools E" I said, "Where you at?" He said, "Where you at?", I said, "I'm in Vallejo" He said, "I tell you what, let's hook up me and you at Dennys in the
the things you need to know (The rules and regulations) These are the things you need to know (The rules and regulations) Uhh, you're 'posed to, you
to bitches that smell Purdy (pretty) and all I gotta do is call once and she'll be all ready yeah buddy cant you tell im goin thru hell I don't even open my mail