Texty:
Blue System Don T Tell Me

baby now Don't tell me I lose my feeling Don't tell me I care for you Don't tell me I make up blue Don't tell me I love my baby now Don't tell me I

told 'em they was bullshittin', they said it's real as hell Can't explain the way I felt Too many years I seen my brothers die And I can't say that

off me Devils Get up off me Devils Get up off me Devils Get up off me Devils Get up off me Devils Get up off me Devils Get up off me Devils Get up

the crazy life Y'all niggas don't understand what a day be like But a son know my Pop's didn't raise me right When Hennedy don't pay me right No baby

the street shinin, ballin Hollerin at broads, hollerin at dudes on the cool That's why niggaz don't go to church now It ain't the message, it's the motherfuckin

style But choose wise, don't bother with the knucklehead That can't teach you shit And never ever think you gotta tolerate a man that's gonna beat you, kid But please, don't

on the scene and smoke a Phillie, G I really dream of gettin' mine now let me tell you what's silly Me, buckin' with my team is murder one I heard a

, watch the earrings jingle Grab a cutie rub-a-dub 'til it tingle But you wanna single me out, but I ain't did that Check me, I ain't strapped, pull

four, see me on the news Erase your message walk streets with my cellular phone Address you wonder, don't try to catch me home alone Up seven o'clock