To let you know just who you fucking are The patron saint of heartache I can't see my world is falling The world is falling down The patron saint of heartache I
's true but I'll change the game for you I wanna see what it do These just ain't words that I'm spittin If you could see that thoughts that's in my head
(do) I'll change the game for you (you) I'm a player, yes it's true, but... [Chorus:] Can I be for real? This is how I feel I'm in need of love So let
clubs Dun, if you ever catch me run Ayyo, you ran, started feeling numb in your hand Felt something dripping looked down seen your arm leaking You get excited and start
ever have been Then I came along, yes ME, Professor Mentley! I gave you a gift! (though you weren't grateful evidently) I plucked you from your average status, I made you unique You
you know what I'm sayin' Compton meets the motherfuckin' bay town nigga So step the fuck off this you know what I'm sayin' My nigga spice get with 'em Ya see I
5 star suwop to the bloods And b4 I had a mirrow I knew who I waz I know where I'm goin I knew where I waz DAttt DAtt diiirtyyy diirtttyy south see my
I'll watch you falling from me When you hit the ground, maybe you'll see The only way to fall is down I'll be up in the stars but I'll be anywhere you
I really wanna give you what I got up in my dickies in the bed I wanna start I feel I wanna fuck you but my dick is really numb and I don't see me getting
If you could see that thugs that in my hair I'm trippin, I'm a player, it's true But I'll change the game for you Wanna see what it do, oooh... [Chorus
I'm inhaling Am I mixed up too much, am I mixed up too hard Why am I walking, where am I running What am I saying, what am I knowing On this guitar I
as, you gay ass fag I'll blow you to ashes with tactics Strip you naked, then make you hug a cactus, you bastard So phat to be a rap star, takin pictures
down now (like this) Get up to get down now (alright) I don't wanna do it anymore Couldn't do it if I tried, wouldn't do it if I wanted it Hey I don'
into the evening This turning in my sleep is getting old and older still I think I can, I think I can, I think I can I think I will
the masses, I'm Cassius Clay boxin bastards Lyrically speaking I'm tryna touch the people and Lyrically speaking I must critique the people and I'm far
half my shit But you a gangsta - yeah you hard as fuck! A straight killa to your homies but that pussy got you stuck I got game - somethin you stuck on I
break you down to normal size You couldn't shine if you had the sun in your back You wack, I burn you down like I corner that Doggy, QB style you know
clubs dun if you ever catch me run [havoc] A yo you ran, started feeling numb in your hand Felt something dripping looked down seen your arm leaking You get excited and start