and gone Dead and gone And oh hey, I've been travelin' on this road too long Just tryin' to find my way back home But the old me's dead and gone Dead
do without the fame And rappers nowadays are comedy The hootin' and the hollerin' Back and forth with the arguin' Where you from? Who you know? What you make? And
There's no limit on how far I would go, no boundaries, no lengths Why do we say that until we get that person that we thinks Gonna be that one and then once we get
Can't one nigga get it back no rap Young Hov's goin' to Canton, I'm now eligible Point out the bounce And show you how to get this dough in Large amounts
her legs started shaking that's when I lost control i wanna kiss you from your belly button to your toes i whisper something nasty now get a get movin
I push more weight then a personal trainer I get my gucci duffle bag and my hat off the shelf Im a stylelist of a star cause i style myself And im dancin
own heart talking I need to count on myself instead Did you ever Lose yourself to get what you want? Did you ever Get on a ride, then wanna get off?
he'd grow to be a poet and not know it And while I'm being poetic let me get a stoic and raise the bar Higher than my opinion of these winners and lords
in the lot that there mine Can't spell sober, lost my mind I'm hearing voices in my head, think I'm schizophrenic Swear they sayin' they get it from
was and more Ulla and I think of you every chance we get In the morning, when we have breakfast on our terrace Many different herrings and in the evening
salt Stop playing, bitch, I got this game on deadbolt Mind so sharp, I fuck around and cut my head off Real nigga all day and tomorrow But these muthafuckas
, no more Bitch, you get no love, no love, no love, no love Bitch, you get no love, no love, no love And I don't need you no more Get 'em I'm alive
and legs in the garabge cuz the rest of her I lost her Her head is in the disposal with Jessicaa??s, I squashed her And put her through the ringer and
come and tap me so I went away on tour and you went on one of your own and while you was on the horn all day, with old boy did you ever think about what
seconds on a bull named Fu Man Chu And I loved deeper And I spoke sweeter And I gave forgiveness I'd been denyin'? And he said, ?Someday I hope you get
go so fast, I don't think they know We hate so fast and we love too slow London, I think we got a problem And when I think about it I just can't think
Get me off this farm, baby, take me away... And apart from all this crap there is some peace and quiet Except for the screws grumbling and mumbling and
get lost 'cause you get caught up in that sauce To all ya playas play ya tims and ya hustlas wit ya rims Macks and pimps live on the outside of the corners