I know I've seen you before But you never ask for more You watch as smoke fills the sky But I'm too young to question why... These people always walk
I wanna celebrate And I love the way you doing, girl, you so fly, you 'bout to levitate If the lights bounce off your gown, baby, I can't help but stare
on my eye in a crowded club I tried to stare the girl down, but she didn't budge She moved through the crowd in a straight line The closer she got, mad
duplex living like I'm Hugh Heff Every other night I need a blue net for group sex Leaving with a bruise neck then I yell whose next... (Next) Stand'em in a line
' (Whooof) Niggas better stay in line, when (Whooof) When you see a nigga like me shinin' (Grinding!) Grindin', when you know what I keep in a linin' (Whooof) Niggas better stay in line
Boy, I think about it every night and day I'm addicted, wanna jump inside your love I wouldn't wanna have it any other way I'm addicted and I just can
seen you in a sec, Busta what you been up to since then? [Busta Rhymes] Stayin healthy and keepin it movin while I just be showin these other niggaz
plan, just building check it, nights bright but the daya??s dark covered in tattooa??s ,but hate art these egg shella??s I walk on are razor sharp staring at the finish line
I can't stay much longer, Melinda The sun is getting high I can't help you with your troubles If you won't help with mine I gotta get down, I gotta get
fire I'll be the other hand that always holds the line Connectin' in between your sweet heart and mine I'm strung out on that wire And I'll be on the other
your last endeavor Flesh is burning You can smell it in the air 'Cause men like you have Such an easy soul to steal (Steal) So stand in line While they
And once again you see me (marching, mobbing) But how long must I continue to see my homies dodgin these marksmen The whole nine put on the line but
, I ain't give a shit either Sweet 16, time to stack me up some ki's Learned the game of hustlin, fuckin dopefienders Sellin niggaz beat, in other words
mother Cause without my mommy dear my life would've been joke Either locked up playin' dead and still slangin' dope but nope The lord he had a plan for me And with his help
my Christmas was jinxed 'Cuz grandma Loucelle died on twelve nineteen I can't help but wonder, what kind of black cloud I was under 'Cuz 15 years later the other
Also a forest of feeling, beaten paths of peace Trapped inside my silhouette, I have to speak to release Demanding more from the pen than I whore from the pen The line
wonder how much life I can take I see at last a future self Were you alive, I'd ask your help But thinking puts me in a daze And thinking never helped
