gosh What ever happened to me Ever happened to me, ever happened to me Why did I pull the trigger Pull the trigger, pull the trigger, boom And end a nigga, end a niggas life so soon When me
were just leaving Talk to me please, don't have much to believe in I need you right now, are you down to listen to me? Too many drinks have been given to me
be As fitting as McQueen But when it comes to clothing I'm bad I'm fashionably just designed to be grand Oh and he's no accessory to me Oh to me, no no
Then I need the money. You wanna get that? You wanna get that? You wanna get that? Then I need the money. He talking to me, Like im a groupie, He's
Close his eyes "Touch me," he whispered As he walks to the light From the window There's visions of A house in the night He hears a sound He hears
my lead, oh, how I need Someone to watch over me Won't you tell him please to put on some speed Follow my lead, oh, how I need Someone to watch over me
-"Where is it? Where is it, Candy? Candy?" -"He ate it." -"Yes. I don't believe you." -"Look For Yourself... Pop Ate My Heart." -"I see." -"He downed
love You are the one who got me started You could have let me love anyone but I only wanted you So why did he make me cry Why didn't you come get me
he fine? Isn't it madness He won't be mine? But in the end He needs a little bit More than me More security He needs his fantasy and freedom I know
back swerving like I'm George Jones Smoke rolling out the window An ice cold beer sitting in the console Memory lane up in the headlights Has got me
hoes galore give my girl a Newport 'cause she's smoking yours I'm the authority of model seniority they call me Les but they all need more of me. [Lloyd Banks] He
and my baby sure loves me He understands me like no other so naturally I spoil my baby with love too hot to throw away I don't think he'll ever find
you can't fuck wit me But I can fuck yo' girl and make her nut for me Then slut for me, then kill for me, then steal for me And of course it'll be yo
he say im bad he probably right he pressing me like button downs on a friday night im so pretty like he on my peddle bike he on my Low Starch he on
Just like me don't wanna do the wrong thing That's very un Spike Lee but he be like he go round his mama then Cause when she here he be quiet When she leave he
, betta leave me alone Need diamonds and black cars and ya dollaz for the shones Come on I'm on the paper chase, my man paypa straight He took me to
told y'all that we won't stop 'Til back cruising through Harlem, Viso blocks It's what made me, saved me, drove me crazy Drove me away than embraced me, forgave me