[bad word] 
I dont know how I should be feeling, in this sorded mess of me, but is thats [bad word]  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
 [bad word] 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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] 
You was my [bad word] when push came to shove

 [bad word] 
I dont know how I should be feeling, in this sorded mess of me, but is thats [bad word]  could I have been so easily forgotten

[Verse Two]
Dear Born, you'll be out soon, stay strong
Out in New York the same [bad word] is going on
The crack-heads stalking, loud-mouths is talking
Hold, check out the story yesterday when I was walking
The [bad word] 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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] with a ox for the phone piece
Whylin on the Island, but now with Elmira
Better chill cause them niggas will put that [bad word] on fire
Last time you wrote you said they tried you in the showers
But maintain when [bad word] 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 [bad word] 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

 [bad word] 
I dont know how I should be feeling, in this sorded mess of me, but is thats [bad word]  could I have been so easily forgotten

[Verse Three (First half of Verse One)]
What's up kid? I know [bad word] is rough doing your bid
When the cops came you should've slid to my crib
 [bad word] 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 

 [bad word] 
I dont know how I should be feeling, in this sorded mess of me, but is thats [bad word]  could I have been so easily forgotten