Yeah, yeah Lord, it's so hard living this life A constant struggle each and everyday Some wonder why? I'd rather die Than to continue living this way
' 'bout you In that cold cell Can't do nuttin' but take what them folk give me I'm dead serious Them folk givin' away time Just to show us the good Lord
[t-mo] Trying to keep my head above water Selling myself short to meet the fucking quota Still there's niggas at my heels to get my paper Stacking up
Hmm yeah ah It's a shame When niggaz gon' realize we the same You helpin' the enemy win the game If you a playa use precision Don't make a decision in
When the scene unfolds Young girls thirteen years old Expose themselves to any Tom, Dick, and Hank Got mo' stretch marks than these hoes Hollin' they
long time with cheap flicks Good picks pay hard, watch the heart turn sideways Couldn?t tell, Burrell cells to those who lose cares Players give you light for now Feelin' good
food, well well Good old-fashioned soul food, all right Everythang is for free As good as it can be Come and get some soul food Come and get yo' soul food, well well Good
shook the world with the hook Now they back like jack in that red Cadillac Now Git, don't let the doorknob hit ya where the good lord split ya I'm hearin
, you a twelve I chose her over jail and hell Originally from ATL Compatible souls come together, under bad weather To discuss distrust amongst the so-called Good
barely made it to your wake Lookin' like Mr. Fisher, dickie down no suit, no tie Niggaz ain't gonna be able to just get by no mo' You leavin' the hotel 254 Today was good
I.C.U., do you see me, I'm staring at cha' I.C.U., do you see me, I'm staring at cha' I.C.U., do you see me, I'm staring at cha' I.C.U., do you see me
blastin come fast and scatter from every rational imaginal International region, under my seeds and, over these airwaves Manipulate the rhyme with my mind so it's good
, yeah Did it, done it, run it, sayin "How you want it?" Leave it When you finished let me dress it up and made it seem sweet Like a beach in Martinique, Goodie
whole neighborhood tanked up What? On the fortress walls, there is no letters Buddha say, the Bloods are strictly outnumbered They besieged, on the beats, Goodie MoB
all frozen You wanna go bust because some fool caught you dozing Out on the ave posing But you ain't no more good, like a used up Trojan You horsing
Put up your lighter Put up your lighter Put up your lighter Put up your lighter Party, all night, fiesta, forever Party, all night, fiesta, forever Party
of fame Who done forget from which they came Acknowledge his name, Lord, you've been so good to me Better than I've been to myself keep us in good health
that Philly Cheifed like a champ and everything is good I got to much class and I'll take you to school I wanna act a fool but I'm waiting patiently It ain't good
