shit And nigga's know they soft like a Twinkie filling Playin' the villain, prepare for this rap killin' Biggie Smalls is the illest, your style is played out Like Arnold wondered, "What
locked, top lock stuck, bad luck Come out the elevator, K-tone, like, "Nigga what?" Arab Nazi, play the low, [unverified] What up though, 151, we smoke
just like you, oh Look this young Romey lookin' for a homey A little Juliet, when [Incomprehensible] she'll console me When I'm all lonely, knows how to hold me A little tight shawty, know what
what can they do, what can they say They can't live without your love another day Where do they go? What do they do? Where do they turn? What can they
cell, wire and phone, wiring home Back in my cell and dyin' alone, prayin' to God Like I'm raggedly sewn, askin' the Lord, why ain't I home Regardless of what
more time for good luck For what? He was already dead, what the fuck? I be breakin' my shit up off in a nigga When I don't see nothin' but soft in a
shit That you gots to fuck with, uh So stand back cause I don't want my funk to rub off On your silly billy ass, yeah you too soft, uh I'm giving that
in your testikels I turn you in to a vegetable Dissect that ass, yeah something extra-terrestrial 'Cause it's a different ballgame behind these walls And if ya soft
Sara Beth is scared to death To hear what the doctor will say She hasn't been well, since the day that she fell And the bruise it just won't go away
Sara Beth is scared to death To hear what the doctor will say She hasn't been well Since the day that she fell and the bruise that just won't go away
Damn, what I'm a do now? When I get free, oh shit Get free, yeah, yeah When I get free, motherfuckers better watch they ass Soon as I get released, I
better go Then I compare notes with your older sister I am a lazy gett She is as pure as the cold driven snow What did you learn from your time in the solitary Cell
to follies like brown collies, stay soft fro, crowes Swimming in the fallopian of an Ethiopian Talking a different language, RBI fly wide Come to me now, 84 hard, 84 soft
fucking wife Did anything you ever asked of Eve You turned out to be a devil nigga I couldn't believe Sneaking numbers out my phone calling bitches on the cell What
the God Rip y'all niggaz off, faggot niggaz soft Remember me from up North, I had you scared to cough My name is ringin' bells, in penitentiary cells
night, early in the morn I need a dog that can buy it if the pressure's on Damn, I hate it when I find out that you nigga's soft Go run and hide for
I'm in the front where the actions at for your soft cats (See we just don't give a fuck) I'ma show something that you neva seen if you know what I mean