sitting here sick and simple Listen my love, looking out the window You've got me looking at the window And am searching for your face You've got me looking at the window
on sale Then I might cast you a spell Look at what came in the mail A scale and some Arm & Hammer Soul gold grill and bacon, Mamma Black Cadillac and
style, bust a bottle, cut 'em wit glass Ywah, it can be who? Sheek, the MC Spit hard, the MC, in the yard, the MC I eat dictionaries and spit out little
heard a (*shot*) now what the fuck? somebody shot at me I took a look, the girl was cooked, her head exploded Reached for the uzi at my foot, and I unloaded Straight out the window
to 10 Just go to work and not the state pen Cause you live better when you're out there free And that's comin straight to ya from the Young MC [Digital
a (*shot*) Now what the fuck? Somebody shot at me I took a look, the girl was cooked, her head exploded Reached for the Uzi at my foot, and I unloaded Straight out the window
