Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Enough 2 Make, artist - Young Noble. Album song Noble Justice, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 27.05.2002
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Outlaw Recordz
Song language: English
Enough 2 Make |
All your life all you wanted to be |
Was somebody wit a college degree |
Swore up and down that you ain’t need me |
I used to tell you all the time that it ain’t easy |
And puppy love was all we had in the past |
Now you a lady and you full up his ass |
Tell me that I’m crazy and that life won’t last |
And you might have been right I’m still chasin your ass |
I told you a life of bright lights and fast lane |
Outta the gutta all I wanted was to have thangs |
And I can have you and you can have me |
Maybe a baby or two, raise a family |
But you had other plans for life that better suited you |
Found you a man that you love and that’s beautiful |
And it hurt me to death, no I can’t lie |
But I’m a grown man, still I wanna cry |
Baby girl, I appreciate how you rode |
You stayed down when my pockets start to reach low |
And when it started to grow |
You wasn’t trippin on no dough |
You know |
You even told me how to make love with the lights off |
I did you right, it’s so wrong |
We went through hell together but you still stay strong |
When my grandma died I put my head on your shoulder |
When I cry, you reply let it out you’s a soldier |
And your pops a punk he took the first bus to ??? |
Left a pretty pressured girl behind, he gon regret it |
I ain’t your mami or papi but i’ll do you jus like daddy |
Jus ride or die wit me and i’ll promise you stay happy |
We ?? |
pills together now we took pills together |
But we both got drunk of Tequil' together |
I made a promise to you that i’ma slow down on the rules |
Stop gettin drunk everyday, actin a fool |
And now we havin a baby, oh it’s gon' be a lil? |
Lil man, low-key, bout to watch to work wit me, hit me hard |
You think that I ain’t speakin the wise |
But it’s enough to make a grown man cry |
Let me make a deal wit you |
Be real wit you |
Look at me in my eye, if you wanted me to die I would try |
It’s enough to make a grown man cry |
I been waitin for you all my life |
You all I like |
Picture what it would be, you bein next to me |
I swear that’s all that I would need |
Black pearl, grew up in this hellous world |
Full of confidence and spunk, ain’t shit you can tell this girl |
All about her chips, hustle harder than niggas |
Bubble hearted wit figgas, get the trouble started quick |
Ever since she was a young’n she was always into somethin' |
And when she got all the drama, was always on her shoulder |
I guess bein that alive, shit a lot of resemblance |
God brought us both together, to be eachother’s protection |
And I ain’t mad at him, as matter fact daily |
I get at him, and thank him for sendin you to me lady |
Truly a gift from up above, you and me nobody stoppin us |
So when we together, they all watchin us |
And I’m feelin pity for them suckas that didn’t want ya |
Cuz nowadays, even some women want ya |
Find want you wanna be, and you belong to me |
My everything, for eternity, now sing wit me now |
It’s just another day, another day around the way |
Pay attention to this story bout this girl named May |
She been livin on my block for like 2 years now |
Inside went down |
She was a good girl, raised in the cater |
She never even been to the city, it was easy to persuade her |
I used to see her walkin to the store but she never spoke |
So sometimes all the homies had jokes |
But she was shy, only for a minute |
Got introduced to the drugs, baby girl start trippin |
Baby girl started strippin, now she all turned out |
Trust me, Jersey real different than down south |
Now all the homies on the block in and out of her house |
They all found out she get down, no doubt |
She was a black angel, now she all messed up |
Show her a little cocaine and she get her sex up |
Through the lust and the blunts, another little problem |
Some of the brothas wasn’t usin condoms |
May wanna play, she gonna deal wit AIDS |
But meanwhile, May gotta baby on the way |
And she don’t even know who the father is |
Her best friend cocaine, she don’t want no kids |
So she smoke and smoke and got what she wanted |
A beautiful black baby boy, died in her stomach, all for nothin |