Someone please call People's Court I ain't that baby's daddy Treat him like he's my own But sometimes, sit an' wonder "How can I father another man's
to the O' I told that bitch, "I changed my mind" She looked at me and she said, "Why?" I said, ?I'm Sir, Too Short, the Oakland player I'm not one of
I'm a player and I'm playin' jus' the bass I'm a player and I'm playin' jus' the bass You see I made up my mind when I was seventeen I ain' with no marriage
ain't no lie I'll probably ball til the day I die And if I didn't, so what? I bet you I'd still come up 'Cause there's a whole lot of money in the ghetto
not doing it right Every day it's the same And it's the same every night I wouldn't shoot you bro but I'd shoot that fool If he played me close and tried
I'm a big mack now, I'm so great I was born and raised in the Golden State Call me T O O, if you say $hort I'ma rap my ass off till you give me some
I was through I got rhymes, I keep 'em comin' I'm on the mic, I won't stop rappin' till it comes out right And when it's beatin', I'll just say, "Let's roll" I
I know that you say that I'm too street And you should've raised me up in the church But I'mma make a success o my life And trust me I'm true to my words
song O Lord, I must have waited all night long! The joint was packed and it looked like a jungle, I felt at home, there goes my song S! o I hit the
gas and accelerate I'mma need two mics 'Cuz the way that I'm feelin' tonight, everything I can just do right There's nothing that I can do wrong I'm
be another story to tell I'm getting to the door I can tell I'm just waiting on the day till the glory prevails [Chorus] [Verse 2 - T.I.] All I know
[Intro: Raekwon] When I write my lyrics, it's like, it's like I want my shit to be phat, I want people to be able to understand Yo, Anybody can rhyme,
end He's got your car loan, interest on your mother's home He's got your daddy paying off shit he don't even own That's what I'm talking 'bout, man,
we wasn't Trust me it's nothin', just another day in the life for country cousins It's nothin', I'm from New York but I got country cousins It's nothin
dirt I ain't proud of what I did, and if I could go back in time I'd try to find another way instead of packing .9's Toting K's and holding MAC's But
I'm cold, man I'm throwed I said damn I'm cold, hot damn I'm cold See when I got that slab money I put the Rivvy on blades When I got that 'lac money
aiyyo it's hope sittin', motherfuckers know me Everytime I drop an album, niggas O D Though I send slugs at ya, and ruin your day Your like "Man there's
