State Music Uh, holla, uh,
When you hear the (Feel me) you cry? (Uh, all real, baby) you know you wrong (You you wrong) Will you cry? you cry? (Holla)
Yo, say (Sup) To Mr. Ain't gon' be Get a job, get kids somethin' for Easter I just came home ain't got nothin' to eat with
Bitch, outta Hoe been me outta my mind She like, I shoulda knew I lay down and slept with him (Slept him) Now she that she could sleep with him (Sleep him)
Take a with him Wanna creep him (With him) Roll him (With him) And turn to a on him
Ain't have no patience with him the ceilin' leaked on him Creped on him but I'm a boss, baby, you the line No orders go to hit all your girls From the bed to the tub, bathtub to the the world, holla
When you hear the Will you (Make you won't cry, it) 'Cause you know you (It's all good, baby, even worry about it) you cry?
When you the song (Life on ya know) you cry? (But I got some others issues, the address, but it ain't you) 'Cause you know you (Uhhh) you cry?
I big but scrap you dead wrong Y'all scrapped it out He was never known for shootin' the packin' the chrome He was for shootin' the hoops up
hustle nigga grind (Grind) To get his and boots up At the summer league, game D, game And the heat had y'all niggas feelin' like y'all so damn tough
words, couple of shoves, park full of hoes Had his all in your mug How could you roll pride in your way? You drove with your .38 to the place he stay
Said, say hi to the pearly and scrolls Now I pop beers, reminisce your bro You can't it to the show And niggas make it to the jail, shed a
When you the song you cry? (It's up, man) you know you wrong (How you go out then you up) Will you (How you run a lie)
When you hear the (Can you dig?) you cry? 'Cause you you're wrong (But I got one more to address) you cry? (I ain't about you ol' girl, I remember)
Oh, Who it be, Ms. Lee You know nigga ain't kiddin' harder, Freeway L.Pridgen
Shit you used to tell me, make me work harder At gettin' crack spots, sent me to Said I'm never be a thang So I listened and school
Had them distributed Fuck class, on the all day My science was choppin', baggin', dividin', addin', the How my gonna tell me I'm dumb Had me feelin' like a thumb
of the class (Uh) I got graded, most with guns But now I made it to the life, make it to the class If this nigga chew ear, that's an, oh, for you to hear my ass
When you hear the Will you 'Cause you know wrong (You you wrong) you cry?
When you hear the (Feel me) you cry? 'Cause you you wrong you cry?
This is dedicated to all, all the out there You, you, and you who did something wrong All y'all niggas out there what y'all gon' do something (The ignorants) Or there is something right now You you wrong (Don't you cry)