as I do Aiyo, aiyo, he don't really love you like I do Kiss your feet, make love to you like I do Wake you up, in the night tank and surprise you Cross
And can't you see my faded Levis bursting apart And don't you hear me crying oh babe don't go And don't you hear me screamin' how was I to know I
your babies perish, now tell me who's careless? Now who should I pray to and what should I pray for? You can't pay the preacher for your redemption I
dough I know I got these haters, mad I can love that When you got love for the streets, they give ya love back Look in my eyes, you can tell I ain't
niggas Show you how to kill a nigga, you ain't got to feel a nigga I love my niggas, why wouldn't I? Die for my motherfuckers, how couldn't I? Want
me Tryin' to get in front of me playa, but you ain't gettin' none of me Better off gunnin' me, with hot slugs numbing me 'Cause you and I both know,
make you dance and if you wanna move, I'ma make you move but if you down wi Romeo, hey Romeo If you wanna dance, I'ma make you dance and if you wanna
limit Y'all can't fade this you know I'm a winner sho not a loser P. Miller clothes is what I choose y'all Ladies love me, girls adore me I mean even
rap (that's a rap, that's a rap) Drive by just like Mr. Invisible You can't see me, it's not possible You can't feel me out, it's not probable Control
what I stand fo Thuggin' ain't that legal but I'm doin' what I can boy But I sound small as I'm is I'm raw as I'm is I pop n lift mic's while I bench
she push nice whips? Jealousy, I don't owe you, man I don't know you, man, I never sold you, man Jealousy, jealousy, jealousy I'm feelin' like Christ
know about poverty" Do you? Dear hip-hop, I apologize for how you've been treated I should've fought for my culture, instead I retreated The game is wounded, I
fools Now tell me what you busters want with me? They started talking about pockets on the ground you mean Empty my loot out, you fools must be smokin' sherms But i
Now tell me what you busters want with me? They started talking about pockets on the ground you mean Empty my loot out, you fools must be smokin' sherms But I
Richmond 23rd street army So fools can't harm me, gats cocked incase they run up on me See I'm deep, TRU is how I creep I don't bang cause that went
South, respect [Chorus with Master P & Snoop ad-libs] [Snoop] I'll bless you before I diss you Y'all miss me, shit I miss you So sweet, so sure but
excited private on any mercinary I hurt an' make you worry, like this were you Can't get get a tank dog salute, P's already suit I represent the boot
I know you the judge of life and death I ain't evil or nothing But somebody done brought me pain and sorrow So I'ma have to kill something Let me count