That Same Talk, Same Game, Same Thang, I Done That I Need A Kingston Feature That?s Who Never Run When The Dance Floor Heat Up [Chorus] Sometimes I Want A Man
My little man got fourteen-years for car-jackin' a undercover Them cops SWEAR, my little nigga told on me I'm thinkin, "Hello, where's the L-O, V-E"
the railroad track There was this little old rundown shack And in it lived a man I'd never seen Folks said he was a mean and a vicious man And you
[Ludacris - Chorus] See I'm black man chillin with my black man stride See batman, cruisin' in my black man ride Making white man money Supplying all
Baby I can't make it straight My boots got stuck and I can't wait You're the one who's got no tongue Look and see which way it's run Man alive, I can'
nigga's is iced out we standin on the couches now like on a light house a lady just walked in luda in dis bitch like a hole buncha hoe's shootin in this
tag team back bitch, boom shakalaka me and Weezy run this bitch so bring me one soda and vodka and a fuji for my nigga cause the police probably watching man
lady friend Babygirl get in That's how I'm on it hatin I don't condunt it I don't want to keep your girl I just borrow her for a moment Bitch tell your man
s Reverand like a Jesse, brother that's just me and that's just my colon The five boroughs of death, we rep to death Step aside little {niggaz}, show time yep It's
point like biggie in his prime On the low though - shhhhh! The city is mine Chorus (2x) You belong You belong In the middle of darkness He's a man of
what's happenin, I got you, what you want, how much you got? Wish I got about $200 dawg, what's happenin... Weedman I got you, here you go.... Wish Man
s happening'? I got you, how much you want? How much you got? [Wish] I got about two hundred dog, what's happening'? [Dealer] I got you weed though [Wish] Man
, nigga feel tha Bone, now spray, hey especially foe tha police, man. I'm ah nigga wit' thugshit cause I'm runnin' wit' tha niggaz in tha hood and that's
put 'em to rest Let's test Feelin' the pain runnin this gang insane To the brain runnin' the same stuff it's an everyday thang It's an everyday
OG's, this is for the OG's/ This is for everyone back in the day, everyone who paved the way before me/ This is for the shorty's/ It's because even when
see no pistol's in the holster Watch the dot's on your forehead I'm gunnin' while you're runnin And there's plenty of bloodshed There's no sympathy over
thangs like men do 'em Bout the money man, I be influenced Damn right, I be into it Ball all of the time, that's how I feel I gotta get mines, that's
g's, its been a long time since I got it from the streets, not worried 'bout beef, but I do keep heat, incase these nig*a's aint vibin' with me. -Chorus