the house mad cuz you never know if that person gone be taken away from you. And that's just real. I want you to listen to this lil story. I call this
a hit and run. I can't think right. I can't see straight. Ain't got no appetite. Been having chest pain. May need some therapy. Because of all the pain
[Verse 1:] Perfect, I know that you're perfect. It seems that you just can't do nothing wrong. I guess that's how you were raised all along. But honey
[Verse 1:] When you was my man you didn't understand. You didn't have a clue. It was all brand new to you. That I need love too. You put your boys before
(feat. Jim Jones) 2 Worlds, 2 Girls, It Turns Into A Love Triangle I'll Tell You All About It So As I Zoom On Blowing Smoke To Get The _ Perfume Off
Lil' Mo Talks... [Verse 1:] I Don't Wanna Feel Like I'm Robbin' Da Craddle (Craddle, Craddle, Craddle) And I Don't Wanna Feel Like I'm Takin' Momma'
game go Fuck you think I slang fo', to go against the grain I'm out, I'm out here to grind mo', rapped up in the paper chase I wanna fuck a fine hoe
tank, feels the pain, pistols aim Hands trimbling, cause I'm caught in the mix of the game See I'm needing this nigga that got those Mo' Chicken's to
Ima cause pain, Joe cuttin against the grain gone fade me up get a nigga so slappy got a bitch yellow bone broad, yeah she happy Watch that Mo-yo, fixin
I break you niggas I'm a have enough money to buy a bare fare Spend about a half a hundred thousand, boost up my coins Preceed to spit mo supafly than
in my game tah fuck with none of you groupy ho's I bring the pain tah, and rearange ya And blood stain ya, look at the way we do these ho's Lil' Lay
they not know what they do.) Yeah! Huh. Treach in the muthafuckin' house. [It's time to hit 'em wit' the real shit.] Like Mo Thug. (Can you please get
why I just popped up eatin breakfast askin why (Big Moe) Yeeeh-yeeeah, yeeeh yeeah yea yeeeah its them boys off that Long Drive that nigga D-mo (D-mo
lil' homies Lil' homies Everybody duckin', my fuckin' lil' homies Just pay attention Here's a story bout my lil' homies, straight thuggin' Lil' bad young
plex I don't know what you do fo' yo checks But my part of the do' way mo' they less I'm gripping wood I know I'm fresh 'Cause I am that CEO and yes The mo
But b-burning down the b-block, I put the petal to the medal Running with my cousins in Texas, Lil' Cross and Big Money My nigga Trae and Lil' Joe, nigga
but my part of the do' way mo' they less I'm gripping wood I know I'm fresh, cause I am that CEO and yes The mo' I make they more upset, but I'll be damned
Benz Nah-nah, can't do that - Why not? Ol skool trophy somethin I done worked too hard fo, nigga quote me yo swole bank rolls done turned to lil ol anarxins
