? This the dedication from me to you The South, I know you gonna see me through So until I die I wanna be wit'chu, you're everything You're everything
for me to do This the dedication from me to you The south, I know you gonna see me through So until I die, I wanna be with you You're everything.
a Texas thing Ghea, you know like Bun B, I gotta keep it trill I told Johnny, Bow Wow want that ice in his grill Ghea, you know like Bun B, I gotta
just can't make a sound You tell me that you need me Then you go and cut me down, but wait Tell me that you're sorry Didn't think I'd turn around You
so vivid, you got it, I want it, you give it This is for everybody in county, TGK, Metro West and Stockade Doing time And if you got more than 365 And you're
whoop ass season Coming to a hood near you Everybody know what happen when you see me coming (Blacka!) I be hurdling and got you regurgitating And murdering everything
of my future I don't wanna see another hurricane Baby you can kill the pain If you just let me explain Trust me I know what I'm sayin' You will end up
' what your sayin' But I just can't make a soundd You tell me that you need me Then you go and cut me downn But waaiiitt; You tell me that you're sorry
hearin what you say but I just can't make a sound You tell me that you need me Then you go and cut me down, but wait You tell me that you're sorry
(All together) We're all alone (We're all alone) We are the lonely (We are the lonely) All together (All together) All together (All together) We're all alone (We're
some cheese Nigga talking 'bout robbing Chad Run up on me with that first will leave you stinking in the grass If you're Cathlic go to mass, if you're
Fabolous, Jagged Edge, don't be fool, I'd rather have you ma' Than everything, I'd give it all, just for you, yeah You're the one baby girl, I've never
check that Tommy b upon the slip Slip that check that That's phat way back Selecta [girl chatting on the phone] [CHORUS] I've told You that you werent ready But you
s-h-i-t Bun B Bun B, I'm underground king In the candy-painted car on swang With the top on drop and the trunk on pop Boy, you can't tell me a damn
grill on, put you through some shit girl But I know you're real strong, you say I never find a real one like you But I never take the time to feel like you
