[Chorus] I dont know how I should be feeling, in this sorded mess of me, but is thats true, could I have been so easily forgotten
[Verse One] No time for looking back it's done Plus congratulations you know you got a son I heard he looks like you, why don't your lady write you? Told her she should visit, that's when she got hyper Flippin, talk about he acts too rough He didn't listen he be riffin' while I'm telling him stuff I was like yeah, shorty don't care, she a snake too Fucking with the niggas from that fake crew that hate you But yo, guess who got shot in the dome-piece? Jerome's niece, on her way home from Jones Beach - it's bugged Plus little Rob is selling drugs on the dime Hangin out with young thugs that all carry 9's At night time there's more trife than ever What's up with Cormega, did you see 'em, are y'all together? If so then hold the fort down, represent to the fullest Say what's up to Herb, Ice and Bullet I left a half a hundred in your commissary You was my nigga when push came to shove
[Chorus] I dont know how I should be feeling, in this sorded mess of me, but is thats true, could I have been so easily forgotten
[Verse Two] Dear Born, you'll be out soon, stay strong Out in New York the same shit is going on The crack-heads stalking, loud-mouths is talking Hold, check out the story yesterday when I was walking The nigga you shot last year tried to appear like he hurtin' something Word to mother, I heard him fronting And he be pumping on your block Your man gave him your glock And now they run together, what up son, whatever Since I'm on the streets I'm gonna put it to a cease But I heard you blew a nigga with a ox for the phone piece Whylin on the Island, but now with Elmira Better chill cause them niggas will put that ass on fire Last time you wrote you said they tried you in the showers But maintain when you come home the corner's ours On the reels, all these crab niggas know the deal When we start the revolution all they probably do is squeal But chill, see you on the next V-I I gave your mom dukes loot for kicks, plus sent you flicks Your brother's buck whylin' in four maine he wrote me He might beat his case, 'til he come home I play it low key So stay civilised, time flies Though incarcerated your mind (dies) I hate it when your mum cries It kinda wants to make me murder, for real-a I've even got a mask and gloves to bust slugs for one love
[Chorus] I dont know how I should be feeling, in this sorded mess of me, but is thats true, could I have been so easily forgotten
[Verse Three (First half of Verse One)] What's up kid? I know shit is rough doing your bid When the cops came you should've slid to my crib Fuck it black, no time for looking back it's done Plus congratulations you know you got a son I heard he looks like you, why don't your lady write you? Told her she should visit, that's when she got hyper Flippin, talk about he acts too rough He didn't listen he be riffin' while I'm telling him stuff I was like yeah
[Chorus] I dont know how I should be feeling, in this sorded mess of me, but is thats true, could I have been so easily forgotten