You know you really hurt me so. I need you and I won't let go. Can't get away, babe. Can't get along, mama. Can't get away, babe. Oh, you hurt me so.
Jag I got a console full of ammunition and funds Mink roc a wear and some guns Petty in a fresh pair of jumps, blo packs and Bo Jackson And air maxes
I get down, run myself in the ground 'Fore I put some wack shit out I'm tryin' to smack this one out the park, five thousand mark Y'all steady, tryin
and a bag of fresh grapes Some more tapes cause you know that music comes first And what's a little Jackson Five gonna hurt? C'mon This is that
me, all they want 'Cause I'ma bad bitch And I'ma continue to be that, 'til I'm gone Shit, baby girl you ain't even gotta hurt 'em like that Commit a
it crackin' if it get to clickin' clackin' Look at Mr. Jackson, nigga with no reaction If you scared, go to church, we gon' hit you where it hurts That
can get it crackin if it get to clickin clackin Look at Mr. Jackson, with no reaction If you scared, go to church, we gon' hit you where it hurts That
make you wanna hurt something I can take your man I don't have to sex 'em Hang 'em out the window call me Micheal Jackson (He, he, he) I'm a pain in
it She gave me relations, so now we related The morning comes, the picture faded Awaited on my turn to burn, can I get a light? Little Dog, Bigger Bite, Jackson Five
dipple it's your mentals is what I'm into (For the money) It's essential and I got ta have it A verb addict without an author with the verbals we hurt
it's your mentals is what I'm into (for the money!!!) it's essential, and I got ta have it A verb addict without an author, with the verbals, we hurt
No bother trying tee hide From what you feel inside Five long months? we've been going steady I know it seems like a long time When I ask the question
ll be awake for five minutes 'cuz I had a coffee I'll try to get through my verse but I really don't know I drank that coffee about five minutes ago (
hurry up and pop the Dom and let me hit it from behind Since I'm only here for one night, I got to get you hot and heated Play like Michael Jackson and
down, run myself in the ground, 'for I put some wack shit out I'm tryin-a smack this one out the park, five-thousand mark Ya'll steady tryin to drown
hoe said, "Please, I got his house keys, the nigga got five keys and mad cheese, a hundred G's" Lie to me bitch you gettin one of these Four-five C's
Jackson Five up on the stereo I turn it up my words can't describe my reaction to Wakin' up and listening to prepubescent Michael Jackson Open up the
