Now the story's out
I see how it's been
You've been living it up
While I've been lost in a dream
Said you were faithful
I believed your lies
I have been your fool
But now it's me who's got wise
All the while I gave to you my heart and soul
You just left me out in the cold
I've been Blind
I've been taken for a ride
You used me and you lied
But somehow I didn't see
I've been Blind
While you were my lover
You swore there was no other
As you cheated on me
So long have I waitied
Just to learn the truth
So humiliated by the things that you do
Fooled by your deception
Tricked by your disguise
Never saw the secrets
What were there in your eyes
All the while I gave to you my heart and soul
You just left me out in the cold
I closed my eyes, I fell asleep and I dreamed...
I dreamed of perfect love, pure and true
I dreamed of perfect love for me and you
But all the while I gave to you my heart and soul
You just left me out in the cold
All the while I gave to you my heart and soul
You just left me out in the cold
(repeat till finish)A military mind nigga.
A military mind mean money.
A criminal grind nigga.
A criminal grind mean hustle.
You know,
We tradin war stories.
We outlaws on the rise.
Jealous niggas I despise.
Look in my eyes.
(Chorus repeats once more)
Now can your mind picture
A thug nigga drinkin hard liquor.
This ghetto life has got me catchin up to god quicker.
Who would figure that all I need was a
Hair trigga Semi-Automatic Mack 11 just to scare niggas.
Pardon my thug poetry,
But suckers is born everyday and fear of man grow on trees.
Criminal ties for centuries.
A legend in my own rhymes,
So niggas whisper when they mention
Makaveli was my ?
My father figure.
Mama sent me to go play with the drug dealers.
Hits fall.
We thug niggas and we came in packs.
Every one of niggas strapped sippin on 'nac(Cognac)
In the back, my AR 15.
Thuggin till I die.
These streets got me cravin for a zine(magazine clip, limosine,?)
My lyrics are blueprints to money makin.
Fat as that ass that honey shakin.
Repeat chorus 2X
I must stay thuggin and shit.
They call it overthuggin and shit.
But I was just a youngen nigga gettin older and lovin this shit.
But what was I doin in this place?
To the fakes without a pistol in the first,
Facin termination in the worst.
But I figured to play the war,
To watch all these playa hatin niggas position,
For I could see em all.
Made it up out of there.
Lucky to be here.
Tell you, but it'll never be a repeat.
People I'm tryin to tell you.
Now picture the scenery.
I'm thugged out smokin greenary.
Considered a BG(baby gangsta) but I'm offering
This game something deeper.
My eyes only see these
That's why I'm definately bugged out.
Learned to know how.
Well to do now.
By 18, turned out.
And why I do thee.
To rob and smoke and ally my foes in the worst place