It's never your fault, you're never wrong you can't admit that you fucked up, always right, no room for wrong pass the buck every chance you get you
wrong pass the buck every chance you get you're just too good to make a mistake it's never your fault, it's never your fault, you're never wrong drunk
s up? What's up? You wanna try your luck You move you weave you bob you got stuck And now you're trippin with your fuckin brain You never seen so much
Hustler word I pull the trigger long Grit my teeth spray till every nigga's gone Got my block sewn armored dope spots Last thing I sweat's suc-suc-sucka
gonna grow Until the dirt gets wet Put the elevator music on Pull me back where I belong The ambulance sings along The fly on the wall Doesn't know what's wrong
habit But some may say I'm goin about it the wrong way But they don't stay over my way And if you ain't never had a family member doin this Then don'
cap It's casual, but to authorities it mean you sellin crack It's a shame I can't ride on the rich side of town Without bein pulled over, thrown on
I'm never rockin' a watch, What's a deadline when you're living on your own time? I'm livin' slow, Peter Pan style son, You didn't know I never grow
down and steam roll away ?? Chorus 2X {Puff Daddy shouting a lot over the chorus} [Puff Daddy] I never thought it would be like this I never thought
axe is my buddy, we right the planet's wrongs Me and my axe leave bigots dead on richie lawns My axe is my buddy, he never makes me cry Me and my axe
Soul Food Sunday, lookin' like Big Momma's, man Tell the gang I never break my promise, man, man Even though what we do is wrong Even though what we do is wrong
sit a while come and rest your feet Its been a long long while since you were been close to me Lets polish of a few Underneath the sky Its pulling all
get off Lets all get a stolen car and roll through they ward When it's dark, we spark, pull up then draw You done falled in war, got in a big brawl Thought hard but you wrong
I slam a Noodles hat, pull hair, two tokes and Ghost In a ghost, I be back in the wrong year Long sleeve, one cuff up, rugged gold teeth Fronting with
boys up to no good C-low on the down low cops come around So ruffneck front like he gotta go Evil grin with a mouth full of gold teeth Startin' beef
[Incomprehensible] Mad madness trashy brother from way back We're blowin' mics since the days of 8-track Certified, bonafied pull out the weapon Rusted
Doodoo is doodoo When it's weighed out like that Burnin' up your brain like a piston So all those who didn't listen Never even knew what they were missin' And never
Hook: 8x My niggas (get 'em up) My bitches (get 'em up) Verse 1: lil' pete It's pete baby You best of recognize Grab my gold teeth baby One of the
