[Chorus:] I gave you everything (I said I gave you everything) Somehow it just wasn't enough (It just wasn't enough) Why don't you trust me (Why don'
the stars look closer to me I'm a mad man, this is a real life movie, mad max S.K.'s, A.K's max,,A.B.R's spittin' and it ain't a rap My mommy dearest
! Aight check it, you see I only bag ya for a second You never see me beggin, you see the slimmie naked in my headroom, mo' better yet my bedroom Tippedy tokin, and stutterin as if she's Max
Dirty E N T We all we got Star tracks on the G M B I'm not the man sittin' next to the man But I'm the man sittin' wonderin' if I'm a ever see you again
out with a bang I showered the slang, simple as A,B,C's Skip over the D's and rock the microphone with E's Dethrone MC's and I'ma max alone Relax your
is that Go-Hard-Mexican Flowin' through your veins like medicine Wanna be down? On the H-town Real ballas fight for the rebound B-town to motherfuckin
ignorance be keepin me out in the cold Who do I call when I'm in need of a ride? in somebody elses car How do I get from point A to B if B is just to
when I pull up and park, is when I'm makin' my mark See the fact's that I'm tryin' to strive and capitalize in Start to max-a-mimize and b-build a ent
to pack a .380 Now I'm spittin', sittin' between Shady and Jay I pull da jeans down on my bitch and then wave Cause the pussy Max B wavy when she ain'
pack a three-eighty Now I'm spittin sittin between Shady and Jay (ohh!) I pull the jeans down on my bitch and then wave Cause the pussy Max B wavy when
to fade 'em into black Hit 'em with the crossover, made 'em jump back And before all that I used to make 'em pump crack Ridin? shotgun in the A slumped back Max
is babblin' my lyrics is travelin' like a javelin to stab you in the abdomen" "The intellectual athelete accurately rappin' so rapidly, Yet he makes perfect sense mathematically" "I walk the B
bang Aight check it, you see I only bag ya for a second You never see me beggin', you see the slimmie naked In my headroom, mo' better yet my bedroom Tippedy tokin', and stutterin' as if she's Max
the max when I push my own limits Without even a second to lose and no minutes No hours no time to waste anything I gotta make it count and amout to everything
phone rings in the house. MAX picks up the receiver.) MAX Yes? JOE Max, it's Mr. Gillis. I want you to do me a favor. MAX I'm sorry Mr. Gillis. I
m fixin to be, OG Nixon in 3 Enough jew'ls you fool i'm cool, my kicks are a G I got tramp whores, yours, been V.I.P. since B.I.G. I never seen a dance
All I knew was hustling and rolling the dice Scraping the dimes for whole orders of china-men rice Now I sacrificed my life for publishing writes Hoping everything
