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Yeah Thought about it before I did it, I really wish I had I really wish I had, I really wish I had I really wish I weren't so sad Michael Jackson's bad Rob him wit' no mask, yeah Cut his throat with glass, yeah Stuck in my ways, in way too deep It took a lot of pain and heartbreak just for me to see I'm sorry mama, I'm cleanin' my closet, I'ma be gone this week I'm sorry mama, I'm cleanin' my closet, I'ma be gone this week Niggas rap 'bout it, but they don't even know the half They don't even know the half They don't even know the half You was never in them trenches with me gettin' that fast cash Gettin' that fast cash Gettin' that fast cash (yeah) Fuck Hollywood, bitch I'm in the hood forever, hmm Mama say I'm foolish, mama know she taught me better, ay Streets made me numb, save your tears, please don't shed 'em, ay Nina on my hip, get it poppin' like a kettle Free my daddy, free my brother, free my other brothers too This for all my young niggas who been really goin' through it I was locked up, 5 months, and ain't nobody ride but you Mama, (?), no this ain't the truth Letras de canciones Yeah Thought about it before I did it, I really wish I had I really wish I had, I really wish I had I really wish I weren't so sad Michael Jackson's bad Rob him wit' no mask, yeah Cut his throat with glass, yeah Stuck in my ways, in way too deep It took a lot of pain and heartbreak just for me to see I'm sorry mama, I'm cleanin' my closet, I'ma be gone this week I'm sorry mama, I'm cleanin' my closet, I'ma be gone this week I know it kill my daddy [?], he show no support He took his own course, now he up the road, north He ain't even show up to court But I'm a bigger sport Still love that little bitty whore I'm still your second little boy I mean no disrespect, but mama, this is how I feel Why you out here lookin' for love, I heard that love kills I got so much money, I'll make a change in your life for real Be your knight in shining armour like I'm made of steel I feel like Jodye, her baby boy Tell me grow up, can't play with toys, yeah I got a little son, had to make a choice, yeah Should I use my head, should I use my voice, yeah And you was the first one to tell me You gon' die, go to jail, playin' in these streets Had to see it for myself 'cause I ain't believe I've been goin' through the system since I was 15 Yeah Thought about it before I did it, I really wish I had I really wish I had, I really wish I had I really wish I weren't so sad Michael Jackson's bad Rob him wit' no mask, yeah Cut his throat with glass, yeah Stuck in my ways, in way too deep It took a lot of pain and heartbreak just for me to see I'm sorry mama, I'm cleanin' my closet, I'ma be gone this week I'm sorry mama, I'm cleanin' my closet, I'ma be gone this week From Letras Mania