again Whats wrong whats wrong now Too many too many problems Don't know where she belongs Where she belongs Chorus: She wants to go home But nobody's home That's
We go on because we would like to think there's hope. But that's a lie, there ain't no hope and that's the truth, that's the truth baby! That's right
RHYMES I can remember times when for a 40 I had to beg for bucks Nobody really gave a, so I had to beg for fucks Now what do niggaz do when they got
you look in my face, you see a wealthy man I hope it's not hard for you to understand I'm the businessman, it's not the same I'm treated like a dope
his ass The only fool dumb enough to flunk his P.E. Class It's not that he's dumb, he's just wild and he's ignorant Known for gettin' mad drunk and gettin
Do a show in Philly niggaz wouldn't applaud Nobody know your record nor who you openin' for Can tell your squad's artificial while approachin' the door So you should prepare, for
a yacht wit our favorite albums A bad hoe and a plate of salmon Smokin' and drinkin' Nigga is you thinkin' that our fate is violent I love my nigga for
street The single, ayo I had that mug on repeat Mama nem taught me rythm that I use yep My uncle nem say's stay on your P's and Q's neph' Mama talking
if I make it, Im'a see 'em again I admit, I was wild as a child And my mom's aint like none of my friends who use to call me Ismhael My brother stayed
to no name brands From a six and a mansion to beating the sands Staying true make ends meet to have enough for the love I take All-savage and stuff Have a
like it hard and some like it soft, Yo, bust the groove as I set it off. [scoob:] But wait a minute... ...yo scoob, what's up? Pardon me a moment as I interrupt. For what? For
broke a monolo for a photo I aint ridin' around with a Dodo that's a No-No Momma taught me better than that you go to go home Look at me now, a product
at the table He surveys what I eat He's watching out for crime To happen any time He's always minding someone's business And the business is usually mine He's
you bounce like a bed-spring Walkin a thin line, gotta defend mine And wit no pen I'm sorta like a bomb BOOM Young toon, yea that's what my people
tried to use her vocab, they sounded sloppy She had a style, all her own, respectful and pure I was sick in the head for her, and there wasn't a cure
they tried to use her vocab, they sounded sloppy She had a style, all her own, respectful and pure I was sick in the head for her, and there wasn't a
use me to watch the baby when they run they errands My name is ___ I got a friend named Karen She gave me your CD with the track for Eminem You wrote a
Fade-Out She's got a ticket to nowhere She's gonna take a train ride Nobody knows her, or knows her name She's in the pocket of a home boy Oo she's
