They're not half as bad as me say anything and I'll agree When it comes to acting up, I'm sure I could write the book And now that you're more than
me Hey, this kind of trouble's only just begun, yeah I tell myself too many times Why don't you ever learn to keep your big mouth shut? That's why it hurts so bad
avenue and right now im holding the radio up to my ear since i dont talk you all laugh my books overdue its cold outside but between us MY FART STINKS BAD
cold Nigga, I'm hot Don't be tight cuz you not Just be happy I'm lettin' you breath I'm the good, I'm the bad I'm the Devil, I'm Jesus It's Young Money
you are You're the reason why I sing All of life's finer things Like diamond rings and fancy cars Baby, you are I was a bad seed And you nourished me
talk about him So I keep in money and keep in rocking Flammable titanical I was an asshole in the class role Now I?m a sick nigger like a bad cold
part of your history If it makes you happy, honey, keep talking bad about me Have a nice rest of your life without me, without me Don't forget your pocket book
Livin a life Totally outrageous Puttin on the dog And takin' it off in Vegas Hey y'all Well last night she could not sleep She was readin' that book
Now the girlie's take they thongs off And it be crazy in the club when that lunatic song go off I be that pull up right beside you beaten bad type of
tryna let you know where I'm at I'm getting old, as my son grows, so do my raps I feel your misery, you livin' off the next man's life He just as bad
rest of our lives So suddenly he took his love away And made it hard to trust again I know I've been holding back but he really hurt me bad I don't
I want green ya shifty Cop the big eight fifty with the gleam My team Full of cut throats with enough notes to write a fuckin' book Take a good fucking look at these bad
get fucked up Fam, I don?t threaten dudes, that?s a promise That?s honest, you can kiss my ring and pay homage Or get smart, read books by Nostradamus
wit' choo Long as you know my pants don't fit' choo Money good look, understand why he shook Shit I'm rich, face all up in the Guinness Book Check,
Why, why? I'm a junkie, lookin' through my book I can't be cured, I know I'm hooked I gotta get out the house, I'm so hard Chasin' that cat all over
You nasty) I said you nasty (You nasty) Fuck that shit, fuck you hoes Fuck all y'all, man (You nasty) I used to get straight A's, read my books in Catholic
around and gave me that pussy too I be doin this shit on a regular basis Got bitches everywhere in all kind of places I can pull out my little black phone book
on this song Like I give a fuck I'm just a crook on this song Bed Stuy Brooknon took on the world Shit, I led a life you can write a book on Sex murder