Mystic Girlfriend Sistagirl Lyrics

[Verse 1]
You was just a young girl
when you got turned out
Sneakin out the window of ya
mother's house, no doubt
Just to mash off in a
drop-top Impalla
Under shinin stars wit the n____ who
clockin dollar's
You was thinkin you was really gon
run game
Wait two weeks to give it up and feel no pain
Babygirl, you picked the wrong balla
He was raised by
mack's and pimps, model let him follow
n____s break
b____es in the streets of the "O"
You was thinkin you was
different cause he told you so
Just knowin you in love,
would'nt listen to a thing
It's followed by the
danger's that this thug life brings
He gave you
clothes and rings, moved you out the crib
Put his dough up
in yo closet, taught you how to live
But when 5-0 raided,
he wasn't no where around
Now you doin hard time,
rockin a felony crown

[Chorus]
Girlfriend
sistagirl, you a precious queen
In a twisted world
Lookin for love, in all the wrong places
Givin up things
that can't be replaced
Girlfriend sistagirl, you are
the mother of the world
He'll break you down,
he'll make you cry
You were born to sing, and you were
made to fly

[Verse 2]
Manifested on this earth
as a heavenly angel
Found the blocks you own, make life
dark and tangled
Small sacrifices, repented in church
Halfway down the block, rollin up ya skirt
Hide some of
these factor's off by glass and baggy's
As the
one you always wanted, roll by and floss caddy's
You
never gave a d___ bout rules and regulations
Hard livin
mixed wit swoll eyes, and??????
So a way out, that's
all you ever wanted
So while the whole hood judged, you
f___ed and flaunted
It hurt you every time, made you
scream
And silence of ghetto blocks, fled yo dreams
Still, I know you prayed every night
Whisperin to god for
a new life
But the light was too bright, in a far off
distance
Fingerpainted with ya tears and destroyed false
listens

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
Aye you
ma?You from a regular home
Live at least ten blocks from a
drug zone
Got green grass, and shady tree's
No
need to ask why, smile and say please
Got ya daddy's
car, and ya mother's indictions
Rather give up a__ to
thugs and argue in the kitchen
Break out, in a mad bash for
freedom
Hang yo world up and try to keep breathin
You
see them on the outside, quote in the interior
So when the
guns blast you can see clearer
In the mirror, it's
dream past shatter
You makin love to the streets like ya
life don't matter
Still you cry, challenge suicide
Let ya hair fly on the 6-95
Ready to crash, for the love
of the game
Believe it on the next life, it's all the
same

[Chorus]