Lyrics:
Song For Lotta

of that Hit your broad with a big dick, didn't call her back Relax lil' cat, let the big dog attack Thought it was over for me homie, did you fall for

wanted to do was be a winner All I ever ate was hot dogs and chips for dinner I sacrificed so much for my career That's why my eyes shed blood for tears

with all that thinkin' you gonna take my place So a lotta niggas in this club popin' bub that's phony Actin' like they got nothin' but love for the homie

one's for you, uh-huh, this one's for who? Us, us, us Yes sir Who am I? Petey Pab' motherfucker First to put it down for North Carolina But guess what

one's for you, uh-huh, this one's for who? Us, us, us Yes sir Who am I? Petey Pab' motherfucker First to put it down for North Carolina But guess what

it's like Keith Murray Making millionaires but it ain't no hurry 'Cause we all in it for the long run I won't leave the studio until a song's done And

Jumped in my ride, headed for the set You know the 'ave, where all the girls sweat Hit the switch, turn my CD on Toni Braxton; another sad love song

a mortician Wit the (?) George Clinton Fuck a love song slugs is thrown And I been with it since poppin with the white gloves on Walkin in the function Pickin up the Henn Lookin for

More crooks and way more killers than y'all Hot with it with goals, tryin to die with over two hundred songs Ready to go like 'Pac did it Niggaz is out for