a fuck less before she dies I grab her by her blood soaked hair. And tell her shits gonna be allright on my end. Im glad it happened this way, back in
Computer man says it's the end of time December 31st, 1999 People buying up army surplus things Afraid of what the new year will bring I live back in
[Cool 'B'] Now first of all I know my story sound wild But guess what I swear to god I was a mama's child You see my mama left me back in 79' I knew it
It was December 24th on Hollis Ave at the dark When I seen a man chilling with his dog at the park I approached them very slowly with my heart full of
brown linen Make all of my bitches tattoo my logo on they titty Put a statue of a nigga in the middle of the city Load up the choppers like it's December
get away 'cause you're making me weak It?s keeping me trapped (Keeping me trapped) I gotta be a fool Sittin' here tryna get that old thing back, oh (Thing back
back, back, back, back, back, back Shawty like to move that thing Left to the right, left to the right, left to the right Bust it open for me bring it back, back
but the family behind in this business that I'm in I don't feel anything and it's hard remembering Places and faces they think I'm what December brings
rewinding time with the family behind In this business that I'm in I don't feel anything It's hard remembering places and faces They think I'm what December
bone age There was a pig, skin was black He cleaned up the swine and they filthy acts If not they was be forced to sent back But trouble come first,
back in from Cuba, Tea bags for the users Relax you're a loser, ease back or get full of (what!?) These caps out the tool a, Lean back ya' Medulla V's
child breathin. its our season fuck back and forth wit them rappers. that's gon' leave ya back and forth wit them clappers. and i ain't goin back to court
Father they daughters, nigga, you left a fatherless daughter Never follow your orders Nigga you make me sick, pussy you could, ooh How you gonna leave these memories in the back
now I'm lyin' next to fiends now, that's the end of the story Let me bring y'all niggaz back to the very first scene now December 4th, a child is born
Yo just man, gimma a heat rock man DGL we back in the club again, ya know? Holla J-Jeah j-jeah j-jeah bounce! easy Ya heard? We back, bitches Don't be
a house on a hill six car garage Back massage I'm into menage a trois Where I'm living at you can wear shorts in December You remember stay in the mix
, oh, oh, oh, oh, let's go My Fender Strat sits all alone Collecting dust in the corner I haven't called any of my friends I've been MIA since last December
You're good and you're brave What a father that you'll be someday Make it home, make it safe She wrote every night as she prayed Late in December A