can't take it, Uncle Dave's face is changing I race to find my father in the bottom of the basement My mothers covered in tears her face filling with fear Bang
I'm on bail, got that weight for sale Strawberries and blueberries all on a nigga's tail I'm on bail, bet not 'nan nigga tell... bet not 'nan nigga tell
Bitch you gotta have a loaded clip to start dumping Got your heart pumping, skipping a beat You diabetic motherfucker you ain't fucking with me I stay heated, weeded, not guilty
i havnt done enough I might be ashamed of that for not doing enough, for not giving enough, for not being more perceptive, for not being aware enough, for not
I don't play), I'ma hit him with the knuckle game And then Rasaq, gonna hit him with another swang The whole click, gonna hit him with another (bang)
downed the Bird that was still in my cup Parked the G-ride, and I started to bail 'Cause my trip was to home, not the County Jail Police swooped. By
I don't play), I'ma hit him with the knuckle game And then Rasaq, gonna hit him with another swang The whole click, gonna hit him with another (bang
fine attire Vanderbilt might admire No, no, not me - All I care about is love... - All he cares about is love Good morning, ladies. [Hunyak] Not guilty
giving me away The lessons I have forgotten In spite of all I've learned Now I find myself in question (Point the finger at me again) Guilty by association
have that verdict sung! [CHORUS GIRLS] Boo hoo! [JURY FOREMAN] Your honor we find That Harry's not guilty... [EVELYN] My Harry's not guilty! [ALL
this goes to every woman, man, boy and girl It's a shame when you can't send your kids to decent schools We live in the world for the laws and no rules Gang-bangers
free, listen Blow trees with mac mittens (No we didn't) Yes we did (Switch beginnings) Smith and Wesson precision Bring the broads down with ribbons (Leave a mess in your crib) Not
genius OK, but I'm not ready, I'll get up and go 'Cos I feel so guilty Is anybody there? The door is still ringing It's not for me, just another religion
that I be spittin son Hit-and-run, get it done, get the funds, split and run Got about fifty gungs, and I love all of 'em the same - bang bang! Damn
Like a robber Call it burglary Certainly I cut her up Like surgery And now her baby daddy wants to murder me He call my phone like Is you banging my girl
he livin' for the moment, but this moment has an endin' Matter fact it's been a minute, all he see is pretty women Big lights big names, in a minute that'll change... BANG
trees with Mac Mittens (No we didn't) Yes we did! (Switch beginnings) Smith and Wesson precision Bring the broads down with ribbons (Leave a mess in your crib) Not
arraignment, note for the plantiff Your daughter's tied up in a Brooklyn basement (shhh) Face it, not guilty, that's how I stay filthy (not guilty) Richer