so weak when i shoulda been strong i was on the road and you were home alone in the back of my mind i knew it was all wrong it was bonnie and clyde
in that casket In a million years I never would imagine So I?m going out looking for my dawg On the block getting bent for my dawg God tell me why it
gon' let it go. Bone Thugs~N~Harmony: original. It don't matter who's right. It don't matter who's wrong; we'll set it off. Wanna lose yo' life (yo' life
got us dyin for it waitin for relief The penitentiaries is filled to the max with my people who tried to make it out but never made it back Crack, to
say you the man but dawg these bitches cant tell But ladies love Dom cuz Im gettin that mail To make it out my hood is like to make it out of jail Put
dead wrong I'm over here prepared, blowin' a air horn You niggaz talk widdit I do it blind blindfolded without walkin' with sticks As dark as it gets
and down, Ten; up and down, Eleven (we riiiide) Southfield, niggaz (this is how we) In the D every day is violent, it's never silent All you hear is
tell me somthing what the fuck is wrong wich u? "fuck is wrong wich you?" bitch ass motherfucker what the fuck is wronge wich you? "fuck is wronge wich
like it don't matter How does it feel? Bink bitch How does it feel? It probably feels wack Ladies and gentlemen How does it feel? Phat or Wack? How
is the world's debut of these damn fools Stak and Blac, tic for tac, breakin' all racial rules And ain't too much, wrong with that 'cuz if it is, gone
the wrong route Scrape a .38 on your teeth, I knock 'em all out I know you ain't fuckin' with me dawg, come on now Underestimate, run up on, it's on
's straight keepin' it gangsta Yaknahmtalkin''bout? Rest in peace niggaz, these niggaz is sissies These niggaz is hoes, these niggaz is bitches You niggaz is undercover booty bandits You niggaz is fake, you niggaz is
wrong Ever had to get dealt with, gimme any lil' reason or purpose To pack a slug right in his head, hit it Pain, no doubt that felt it, fuck up his
in a shirt and tie is it homacide or FBI does he have a warrent for Joseph Foreman? oh your a moreman? (chorus) It was just my paranoia, hey heyy runnin away with me yea It
smoke it in your face Dro is around I will be found picking on the pound Taking a sample just to let you know how it taste White in my blood never touched
You niggaz can't take it you hate the fact that we runnin' it You ain't gotta love it but you gon learn to respect it bitch Got some syrup in my cup
