with your lonely games This one I'll never win Because when it's over now [Chorus] Because when it's over now We're just broken hearted star-crossed lovers When it's over now
call my crib to see seventy-four Kick rhymes over the phone for hours he had the dac Babe bro told him, 'You wanna get money, see black When you get home
s house... Chorus To all my G's rock on [King T] The forbidden Gangland lyric get your ride on - when you hear it Player Haters fear it Get you right
see how you gettin' murdered from the back If it wasn't for the flicks, would you be all on my dick? When we fuckin', you let a nigga call you bitch. When
ain?t never comin? home They call me and I try to tell them stay strong He said Maino my life is all blown My son gon? have grandkids when I come home
you 'Cause I loved you with every ounce of me, you know it's true It's killing you now, yeah, I hope the ho dies slow in you It's 'cause of you now I
be listening to your silly home girls You better gone girl Now baby think about it Everything we do they gonna read about it Put it on the radio and
that I'm finna take you home, just sip a little patron Now we zonin', baby you so fine [Chorus] And can I hit it in the morning And can I hit it in the
feel about her (She's mad) She said she's had enough (Oh) Now I'm up in the club like Ooh, up in the V-I, sitting on a chair Ooh, that's when I saw her
it higher Here's my survival story So many reasons to sing this Now we got the keys to the kingdom I remember those days when hell was my home When
, now, gonna take it higher (This a survival story, true ghetto story) Here's my, ghetto story (*Story) So many reasons to sing now, plus now we got
it (Busted) Call a cab ('Cause you busted) It's obvious (Busted) You played around ('Cause you busted) Go upstairs and get your shit And get the fuck up out of here now
it's about to be a {Da da da da da da da Aisha, daddy's home baby Aisha, what's going on? Aisha, hmmm What is this? Hmmm} {Hello, hello! Yeah Francis Hello? Francis, it
on my wall It reminds me that it's not so bad It's not so bad Dear Slim, I wrote you but you still ain't callin' I left my cell, my pager And my home phone
style So I'm thinking I'm a take it home call it a night When I look over to the left and see something I like Keep it down sexy now even cut them breads
all of me so unselfishly And now he?s at the door telling me to leave Now where do I Go I?m about to hit some spots with my guys from outta town And