it's gonna be If love is not the answer Why the hell did you give it to me Because it ain't enough Just to call it love It ain't enough Just to call
you so bad make you feel like you ain't wanna be born And tell your friends stay the hell out of my lawn Chicken George became Dead George stealin' chickens
'm arrogant, just because I ain't sharin' it If the check ain't seven digits, I'm tearin' it If the 'Tics can't fit in my whip then I ain't steerin' it
higher gound But he ain't found it yet Everyday just like the last Poverty and lust So hateful of the richer man Because he ain't like us After the
said man, boy what the hell are you Gonna break up this room with a word or two If it seems I ain't good enough for you Then you know just what you
Well, what do they know? They say that our kind of love Just ain't enough Well what do they know? Something strange called love Oh you slide so good But just
club To spend their dough Just to see butt To see these ladies strip And take off all their clothes I do not know why They choose such a spot I just don't
't care what kind of music just as long as it sounds tough Don't play any hurting songs 'cause I feel bad enough Now don't get the wrong impression, I ain
fat up Please make my life appear Like ain't no such thing as bad luck My, nose ain't right Like I need a new one Just take your pick, a yellow red A
'm arrogant, just because I ain't sharin' it If the check ain't seven digits, I'm tearin' it If the 'Tics can't fit in my whip, then I ain't steerin'
shouldn't throw stones at a glass house Got my money up and I throw out of my stash house What your cash 'bout? I ain't takin the tag out Ask me why I
I ain't ego trippin I do it humbly Cause everybody's bound to hear the sound of bdp It's easy, for me you see I ain't the one or the two, I'm the three
stop actin' like a diva They tellin' Cham how they feelin' me I'm a universal asset, your whole team liability So I ain't finna leave, so you ain't finna
happen to her She prayed to God everyday Guess it just wasn't enough And this is a revolutionary salute Now mean to the comrades Word, 'cause this is real shit This ain't just
conflict of disinterest from their boots down to their hats I sang 'em six or seven hundred of my very best melodies they just said "Boy, ain't you
your wife snoring by the sink? La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la, youp youp youp youp Ain't your life boring, don'tcha think? Youp youp youp youp youp youp
Who's this fake *****, on pictures with the Jake *****? Got his crew starving 'cause he aint the whole cake, ***** He ain't Nas, ain't B.I.G., ain't Jigga If he ain't
, on pictures with the Jake nigga? Got his crew starving 'cause he ain't the whole cake, nigga He ain't Nas, ain't B.I.G., ain't Jigga If he ain't Cube
