I feel like I'm too hard to die, man I feel like I can't see faded, you know? I feel like can't no nigga fade me I feel like I'm the hardest nigga to
Being that I'm real I feel you need a man in your life child Somebody black, bald headed, plus buck wild They call me Trick Daddy dollars A real woman
I figure you'se a ho but you can't help it 'Cause being raised by a ho is kinda hectic Old material bitch, gold-digging for them tender dicks A real nigga
Buddy Roe Freaky deaky, Trick Daddy and Yours truly Buddy Rizoe J.T. Money Yeah, and that nigga, J.T. Motherfucker check it out See I'm a pimp, you
You gon save that? Na na na na naaaaaa Na na na na naaaaaa Yea Thug niggas don't live that long (Thug niggas don't live that long) Before they gone
When you're down And the worse just gets the better of you I'll come nothing above you, my love 'Cause I'm on a ride And you got me caught up in this
When I heard your phone ring after midnight When I saw her number on display When I thought you're lyin' there beside me, you were far away Why is it
Sorry for what I forgot to say But you know how words get in the way, baby, lately Wasn't strong enough to cut right through All the red tape between
Just call me Supawoman 'Cause there's nothing that I can't do I'm looking for a man of steel and it might be you Just call me Supawoman Are you ready
Shade is shelter from the sinking Kind and knowing of my heart All I know was taken from me What I perceived had gone away Now I feel the light exposing
[Intro] Heh, I got some nerve Sittin' up here thinkin' about How it would be if I was your girl Things I could do for you Love you in ways she never knew
A little girl from North Island Thinking back when it all started I always had big dreams Wanna be a superstar Said I was touched by God Now I can tell
Ooh, oh, oh, yeah Why you got to make this hard? All the time so difficult When I'm just trying to get you to notice me Since I can't hold you accountable
Ta da Trying to make you disappear Make ya pack your bags Get the hell out of here Ding-dong, the sound I'm waiting for Your taxi's outside And the driver
Ooh, ooh, ooh You said you had to leave Come Saturday, you gonna be with me Said you had things you had to do Now it's Monday, I ain't seen or heard from
Yo', this is for the streets, okay This is for the streets, uh (Ooh woo ) You know I keeps it gangsta (Woo) You know I keeps it gangsta (Woo) Holler at
Lying in my bed I hear the clock tick and think of you Caught up in circles confusion is nothin' new Flashbacks, warm nights almost left behind Suitcase
I guess I ain't got no reason to mingle round I found a superwoman that can leap from the truck in a single bound Mammie, I'm tryna bling you down So