world that I could do, Thats why he sent His son to die for me and you. Chorus: He did what I couldn't do Went to the cross so I could be forgiven. He
it Ii??m it call me Mr. I.T. If I get one wish I'ma wish to die free They say gon' head, ball like Mrs. Ivory, And I do The realest in my age group, no
boy did you ever think about what it would do to your home whata??s his name, wherea??s he live what is it he offers? whata??s he got to give? and I love
to make it beautiful but all i could think of was our last fight i was going to play it on piano have the drums come in real bold but i couldn't think
else I got, Cliff Savage I dona??t give a fuck youa??re a cool ass dude so Ia??ll leave you alone. Um let me see what else we got, Corey I thought you
frown on his face He said, hay, said what? He said, you, I said what? He said you left the fire burning and I burnt my box So, now I've learned you'
race and then I won it, didn't I? I didn't even rub it in your face, did I? I could've got real shitty but I didn't, did I? Or got all fly but I didn
and make a new song every day I do my own thing, I'm original I was born to mack when I came in the do' Just so you know, I got the game from the East
was coming up I did just what I wanted to But when I finished, what did I do? I took her home, real real fast I charged her up for wasted gas I knew just what
from done I don't care what you think, I ain't forgot where I'm from East Oakland, that's where I learned Everything I know and when I got my turn I
't stop, and it won't stop Cause I'm Too $hort baby on the microphone and I'm macking I'm not a wannabe pimp, I never simp Since I started walking I
Too I'm $hort Dog, ain't nothing nice I Drink G-Juice, wouldn't cut it with ice From the eastside, baby, Oakland town Can't understand why I'm so down I
, whoa I was sippin' pro, Remi slow, did enough to breakin' the law Flavors froze, songs I chose 'til I get the crowd involved So, I do shows and I lift
no b s i think im bigger then i am, i should wear a 3 x Im a player, i should be on espn in a g-est ? i could of hit him in his jaw, but i didnt not
bug on me I told to bring it on i'll buy you a slug on me He didn't like that but he didn't want to fight Fuck 'im, he didn't know how to treat you right
jabbin', Christ He won't die, this guy's like a battered wife He's like Kim, he keeps comin' back for more But he won't fight back I cracked his jaw
, so I did, hey It didn't do a damn thing but a case to complain, so now I sing It's just another case of that old P.T.A. Roar, Busta Rhymes the mighty
And I don't like Proof punk-ass, he think he tough He keep thirty niggaz with him, cause he weak as fuck! I ever catch you by yourself, I'ma fuck you