![]() ![]() "Hey girls " pac came in and kissed lyrics cheek and kissed me. Lyric loves to drink smoothies in the morning she is so grown. While she ate I made a smoothie for me and her. "Mommy am I an old woman " I laughed "what " "cuz I'm one now. I made warmed up some pizza from her birthday yesterday. She had own a over sized shirt with her curly hair in a messy bun. She is just as crazy and funny as she wanna be. She walked behind me and jumped when she got into the kitchen. "Mommy I'm hungry " I got up and went into the kitchen. And that means that we went from hot to hot as hell. It's quite cute but still it can be very dangerous. We had to put up those baby cages on the stairs cuz she think she grown and tries to walk wit pac down them. She just learned how to walk like last month so she has been around. But thankfully all good things"mommy" o there is my baby girl "yea princess." "Where daddy at " she said in her adorable little baby voice. Wow now that I think about alot of shit has happend since her birth. Lyric has gotten alot bigger since y'all last saw her she turned one yesterday. I didn't even know he was working on it but it's really good. He finished this movie called poetic justice. Pac dropped strictly for my N.I.G.G.A.Z and alot of people really like it so shits been good. I have dropped my album ready to die and that has been going good. Hey y'all it's been so long but with lyric I haven't had time to really do shit. Hit 'em with the force, like Obi, dick black like Toby Tell them ho, take they clothes off slowly Girlfriend, here's a pen, call me round tenĬome through, have sex on rugs that's PersianĬome up to your job, hit you while you workin'įor certain, Poppa freakin', not speakin' I know you sick of this, name brand nigga withįlows, girls say he's sweet like licorice I can fill you wit real millionaire shit (I can fill ya) Richer than Richie, 'til you niggas come and get me "Your daughter's tied up in a Brooklyn basement"įace it, not guilty, that's how I stay filthy Tits and bras, ménage à trois, sex in expensive carsĪt my arraignment, note for the plaintiff ![]() That's how most of these so-called gangsters passĪt last, a nigga rapping 'bout blunts and broads Gonna blast, squeeze first, ask questions last Them niggas ride dicks, Frank White push the sixīulletproof glass, tints if I want some ass Now who's the real dookie, meaning who's really the shit Guess that's why they broke, and you're so paid Packing, asking who want it, you got it nigga flaunt it Recently niggas fronting ain't saying nothingĬubans with the Jesus piece, with my peeps (Take that, take that, take that, ha ha!) Never lose, never choose to, bruise crews whoĬlose like Starsky and Hutch, stick to clutch Poppa been smooth since days of Underroos Dead right, if the head right, Biggie there e'ry night ![]()
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