couldn?t seem to find People are always telling me that I am one of a kind But that doesn?t mean shit to me I JUST WANT TO GO HOME AND FUCKING SLEEP
new b-tch think I give two sh-ts you aint gon do sh-t meet my two fingers, intro...deuces if you knew better you'd do better wanna get the middle finger
since a kid I finger painted in the mud, with dirty work gloves I'm in yo' college campus corridor You should call me Uno, the way I draw four Brick
your change That's why I fold down four fingers Say fuck the world and Jimmy da earth without Coat hangers Rap game n street game don't sleep It's a
like big Shaq in the paint We do it from Cleveland to Oakland, down to LA, VA and back to NC [Benzino] Four, five, sixes, arm tight bitches The middle finger
bedroom apartment Roaches everywhere, cousins and aunts was there Four in the bed, two at the foot, two at the head I didn't like to sleep with Jon-Jon
bedroom apartment Roaches everywhere, cousins and aunts was there Four in the bed, two at the foot, two at the head I didn't like to sleep with Jon Jon
, I mean, the ass was absurd Long neck, smooth skin, pretty face, kooky nipples Eyes wider than hips, full lips between dimples She said, "How did you sleep
on tha prize Finger on tha trigga when a nigga rides Shootin' craps Bustin' niggas out tha door Pick my money off tha floor God bless tha tre-four Stuck
show me every place First one sleeps inside his bed Place my fingers on his head To each temple, push and smother Till my fingers touch each other Next
sleep Bullets hit your chin for the grief that you bring us Shots hit his face as he grabs his chest Then we watch him bleed through his fingers Now
[Saigon:] Young Felicia was only four when she learned how to ride a bike Now she fourteen ridin' every Tom, Dick, and Mike I tell her "that ain't nice
sharper than an elephant's tusk Me, myself and I the only that I can trust Sleep with one eye open finger on the pistol clutch I got my hands and everything
tails true [Incomprehensible] Find out where they sleep by looking up there address on the computer Herb hollard, "Bingo, tomorrow we ride, my naga Fake ass niggaz done stuck there fingers
, drunk again And I never will forgive myself For putting you through all that hell I went from high school dropout to factory laborer Slave to the clock until four, went from sleeping
bitches the motherfuckin' middle finger Raise 'em up These hoes can't fade me, don't these bitches know we crazy? Thug Life, niggaz, be, the sickest You feel me? Now get that shit written down Goddamn Took four
Two glocks foe tha war, niggaz die foe that infantry If I lay me down to sleep, I'd die foe that SCT Mo Murda's jumpin on that Clair side, foe that late
