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