get well So I ask myself this question It's a question I often repeat Where do allergies go when it's after a show And they want to get something to
me your secrets and ask me your questions Oh, let's go back to the start Running in circles, coming up tails Heads on a science apart Nobody said it was easy It's such a
a shrink I'm so throw, throwin' up in the sink Right back up with the bunnies and Henn Gettin that hunny with the peaches and cream Not a main thing, but a
have failed if he aint even try I ask no questions, i aint even pry Truthfully i wanted to i cant even lye Like a canceled flight, that aint even fly To just
you" (Come on you lames) At the end of the day We just trying to find our way And I might be a come up (Nice) And baby you can hitch a ride But you
with questions on the phone Don't ask for help, don't waste my time And don't complain, cause they won't cost you a dime Just ask yourself Do you want
You tell a joke and forget the punchline Why you always wastin' my time? Hey baby, trust me, you just disgust me Your hair's a mess and your make-up
Got a brand new semi-automatic weapon with a laser sight Oh, I'm prayin' somebody tries to break in here tonight I alwaays keep a Magnum in my trunk You better ask
van I give my life to meditation Then sleep with a whore at a Greyhound station And after that, I have a full relapse Then lose my hand in a game of
'll build your dreams with these two hands We'll hang some memories on the walls And when (And when) Just the two of us are there You won't have to ask
Just to say "RIP" Krayzie Bone Now, I gotta give it up for all my dogs, a lot of my niggas with they names across the wall/ Some really took a fall and
gonna harass me Ask me the same ol' bullshit questions Knowin' I'm a thug with bud for days Keepin' a pistol in my possession But a thuggish ruggish
by the flow N-gga never lazy a??bout my dough, dough, dough Ia??m in the flesh but Ia??m quest for moa?? Bizzy, Wish, & baby just pay me the money Ia??
gotta stick to it Play that Bone Thug music, it's that feel good music Chill or act a fool with it Real thug niggas with real life drama Is just like watchin' a
a spy, tell a lie/ tell the feds the revolution this time will be televised/ i keep it funk fuck ya hustla wit a muscly hustla/ thats why my odb be hangin
on me, Scarface is back Diary of a man made, nigga come and ask The wall, the dead, lettin niggas know I aint a prankster Damn it feels good to be a gangster
would ask questions, and often pitch a bitch Where am I gettin the money? mickey d's ain't paid me shit I'd make up a story, just to get her off my
still get It people should know It I'm hotter I will admit It I put my hand up hey teacher I ask a question I got somthing for sucka haters that need A