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Bum bum be-dum bum be-dum bum
Bum bum be-dum bum be-dum bum What`s wrong with me Why do I feel like this I`m going crazy now No more guessin`, the red(Can`t even get it started) Nothing heard nothing said(Can`t even speak about it) I`m alive, i`m ahead(Don`t wanna think about it) Feels like I`m going insane Yeaaa It`s a thief in the night to come and grab you It can creep up inside you and consume you A disease of the mind it can control you It`s too close for comfort * Put on your break lights You`re in the city of wonder Ain`t goin` play it nice ** Watch out you might just go under Better think twice They`re trained to follow the alter So if you must falter be wise *** Your minds in disturbia It`s like the darkness is the light Disturbia Am I scarin` you tonight? Disturbia Ain`t used to what you like Disturbia, disturbia Bum bum be-dum bum be-dum bum Bum bum be-dum bum be-dum bum (x2) Faded pictures on the wall(It`s like they`re talkin` to me) Disconnected, no call(The phone don`t even ring) I gotta get up or figure this shit out It`s too close for comfort ohhhh *반복 It`s a thief in the night to come and grab you It can creep up inside you and consume you A disease of the mind it can control you I feel like a monster ohh * 반복 ** 반복 *** 반복 Release me from this curse I'm in Tryin` to maintain but I`m struggling If you can go Think i`m gonna ahhhh |
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| 2. |
| 4:27 |
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mm mm
the american dream... mmm mmm and you know what i mean ahh... baam baam radio killa... ahh should beat the track up like gorrilla... ahh ahh! yeah we be up club, i see her do her thang, i might wanna' rap, but she'll make you sing, i was on her, she was on him, she all up on ma thang, put tha thang on her hip she atl papa, don't know how to act, she left for one song, and came right back, grindin on me, (the best tonight?) her man started muggin', he could see it in my eyes, [chorus:] lil' mama so hood, (i love your girl) lil' mama stay fly (i love your girl) wife beater with the denim (i love your girl) she keeps them heels on high, (i love your girl) man look at shorty roll, (i love your girl) man, look at shorty go, (i love your girl) (i'm sorry i gotta be up on your wild girlfriend?) [bridge:] and she runnin' fingers through her hair, tryin ta call her over there but she like, f**k! that nigga! she drop it down to the floor, i'm sayin shorty you should go, and she like f**k! that nigga! call it in b, i want her on me, all up in my head, now she in my bed, i, iiiiii, iii me and lil shorty in the back, talkin' bout dis diss, talkin' bout dat dat, got her on patron?, she actin' all bad, girl chose me, don't be mad. kelly told y'all don't bring 'em in the club, the way she rock that, got the boy in love, and i pray that y'all ain't serious, cause seriously shes on my dick. [chorus:] lil' mama so hood, (i love your girl) lil' mama stay fly (i love your girl) wife beater with the denim (i love your girl) she keeps them heels on high, (i love your girl) man look at shorty roll, (i love your girl) man, look at shorty go, (i love your girl) (i'm sorry i gotta be up on your wild girlfriend?) [bridge:] and she runnin' fingers through her hair, tryin ta call her over there but she like, f**k! that nigga! she drop it down to the floor, i'm sayin shorty you should go, and she like f**k! that nigga! call it in b, i want her on me, all up in my head, now she in my bed, i, iiiiii, iii oh, iii, ehh, ehh, oh, iii the american dream... usually, you won't see me hate, on another dude, ma got me up and get willin to separate you from ya boo, but she on me, and i'm on her, we walkin' out the club, shawty what's up, mm i want her in the worst way, plus i just found out that it's her birthday [chorus:] lil' mama so hood, (i love your girl) lil' mama stay fly (i love your girl) wife beater with the denim (i love your girl) she keeps them heels on high, (i love your girl) man look at shorty roll, (i love your girl) man, look at shorty go, (i love your girl) (i'm sorry i gotta be up on your wild girlfriend?) [bridge:] and she runnin' fingers through her hair, tryin ta call her over there but she like, f**k! that nigga! she drop it down to the floor, i'm sayin shorty you should go, and she like f**k! that nigga! call it in b, i want her on me, all up in my head, now she in my bed, i, iiiiii, part of me feels so bad, but ooh! not that bad. situation got you mad, i would be too, cause damn she bad. damn she bad, bad, bad, bad, damn she bad, bad, bad, bad... yeahh... heh... heh... |
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Hustle, hustlin' hustlin'
Hustle, hustlin' hustlin' Hustle, hustlin' hustlin' Hustle, hustlin' hustlin' Hustle, hustlin' hustlin' Hustle, hustlin' hustlin' Hustle, hustlin' hustlin' Everyday I'm hustlin' Everyday I'm hustlin' Everyday I'm hustlin' Everyday I'm hustlin' Everyday I'm hustlin' Everyday I'm, everyday I'm, everyday I'm hustlin' Everyday I'm hustlin' Everyday I'm hustlin' Everyday I'm hustlin' Everyday I'm, everyday I'm, everyday I'm hustlin' Everyday I'm hustlin' hustlin' hustlin' hust-hustlin' Who the fuck you think you fuckin' with, I'm the fuckin' boss Seven forty-five, white on white that's fuckin' Ross I cut 'em wide, I cut 'em long, I cut 'em fat (What) I keep 'em comin' back (What), we keep 'em comin' back I'm in the distribution, I'm like Atlantic I got them motherfuckers flyin' 'cross the Atlantic I know Pablo, Noriega, the real Noriega He owe me a hundred favors I ain't petty nigga, we buy the whole thang See most of my niggas really still deal cocaine My roof back, my money rides I'm on the pedal, show you what I'm runnin' like When they snatch black I cry for a hundred nights He got a hundred bodies, servin' a hundred lifes [Chorus] Everyday I'm hustlin' Everyday I'm hustlin' Everyday I'm hustlin' Everyday I'm hustlin' Everyday I'm hustlin' Everyday I'm hustlin' Everyday I'm hustlin' Everyday I'm, everyday I'm We never steal cars, but we deal hard Whip it real hard whip it whip it real hard I caught a charge, I caught a charge Whip it real hard, whip it whip it real hard Ain't bout no funny shit still bitches and business I'm on my money shit still whippin' them Benzs Major league who catchin' because I'm pitchin' Jose Canseco just snitchin' because he's finished I feed 'em steriods to strengthen up all my chickens They flyin' over Pacific to be specific Triple C's you know it's back we holdin' sacks So nigga go on rat, run and tell 'em that Mo' cars, mo' hoes, mo' clothes, mo blows [Chorus] It's time to spend my thrills 'cause I'm spinnin' wheels I ain't drove in a week them bitches spinnin' still Talk about me because these suckers scared to talk about me Killers talkin' bout me, it ain't no talk about me It ain't no walkin' 'round me, see all these killers 'round me Lot of drug dealin' 'round me goin' down in Dade County Don't tote no twenty-twos, Magnum cost me twenty-two Sat it on them twenty-twos, birds go for twenty-two Lil' mama super thick, she say she twenty-two She seen them twenty-twos, we in room two twenty-two I touch work like I'm convertible Burt I got distribution so I'm convertin' the work In the M-I-A-YO them niggaz rich off that Yayo Steady slangin' Yayo, my Chevy bangin' Yayo [Chorus] |
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| 4. |
| 3:20 |
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Guess who's bizzack
Still smell the blow on my clothes Like crispy cream I was cooking them o's Like horseshoes I was tossin them o's Time to re-up gotta recycle the flow I'm emotional I hug the block I'm so emotional I love my glock Cash rules everything around me So what's realer Bout the scriller so call me a ghost face killa Its kinda hard to be drug free When georgia power won't give a nigga lights free Switched hustles been killin' 'em ever since Been paid to tell the truth it only make sense [Chorus] When they play that new jeezy watch the dope boys go crazy And watch the dope boys go crazy I pop my collar then I swing my chain If you catch me in the club pimpin' doing my thing When they play that new jeezy watch the dope boys go crazy And watch the dope boys go crazy They pop my collar then they swing they chain All the gangstas in the street that be doin' they thing By 18 the hard way Now have a humble nigga thinkin' 'bout gun play Now who the fuck want to play with guns A lotta hoes a lotta blood dog That shit ain't fun So I suggest that you don't play with my chain Or I'll send these hollow's at you Let them play with ya brain The streets is watchin' The name is warm The products white A star is born Pimpin' I'm so fly I take this parachute off I might fall and die Wrap the work with spandex with the latex Then we ship it outta town Call it safe sex [Chorus] Uh, more than a hustla I'm the definition of it Master chef, lord of the kitchen cupboard More than a street legend, homey it's hova More than a relief pitcher, I'm the closer The Mariano of the Marriott, ah If money talks, the whole world's bout to hear me out See I'm a hustler's hope, I'm not his pipe dreams So when they speak of success, I'm what they might mean Attract money my worst color is light green My favorite hue is Jay-Z blue Don't follow me young'n, follow my moves, I'm not a role model A bad influence got the world drinkin gold bottles When puff was in that tub spillin mo' I was at my video, cris' on the speedboat In my lifetime nigga, go through your research St. Thomas my nigga, that was me first Chrome shoe'd the gs, I came feet first In the game like a baby boo on the breach birth I got the keys if you need work I can kingpin you a line, the diamond of time (uhh) My niggaz love it when I talk like this My corporate people start buggin cause I talk like this The corporate thugs is like, "Nah hov, talk that shit" The dope boys go crazy when they hear that boy jay-z See I'ma '80s baby, master School of hard knocks, everyday is college You ain't did nothin I ain't did, nigga pay homage Or pay the doctor, I sprayed lami's Still, the time'll reveal, you know I'm bein honest Ya ain't put my coat yet and I keep my shit in coat check They say the truth shall come to the light So everybody grab your chains cause your boy that bright [Chorus] |
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I need to recruit all the soldiers
All of God's soldiers We at war... We at war with society, racism, terrorism But most of all...we at war with ourselves (Jesus walks) God show me the way because the devil trying to break me down (Jesus walks with me, with me, with me, with me, with me) You know what the mid-west is? Young and Restless Where restless (niggas) might snatch your necklace And next these (niggas) might jack your Lexus Somebody tell these (niggas) who Kanye West is. I walk through the valley where the shadow of death is. Top floor of the view alone will leave you breathless Try to catch it ... it's kind of hard Getting choked by detectives yeah yeah now check the method. They be asking us questions, harass and arrest us Saying We eat pieces of shit like you for breakfast Huh? Y'all eat pieces of shit what's the basis? We ain't going no where but got suits and cases. A trunk full of coke, rental car from Avis. My momma used to say only Jesus can save us. Well momma I know I act a fool But I'll be gone til November. I got packs to move I hope. Chorus (2x) (Jesus walks) God show me the way because the devil trying to break me down (Jesus walks with me) The only thing that I pray is that my feet don't fail me now. (Jesus walks) And I don't think there's nothing I can do to right my wrong (Jesus walks with me) I wanna talk to God but I'm afraid because we ain't spoke in so long (I want Jesus) To the hustlers, killers, murderers, drug dealers even the scrimpers... (Jesus walks with them!) To the victims of welfare feel we living in hell here, hell yea... (Jesus walks with them!) Now hear ye hear ye wanna see thee more clearly I know He hear me when my feet get weary Cause we're the almost nearly extinct We rappers is role models we rap we don't think I ain't here to argue about his facial features Or here to convert atheists into believers I'm just trying to say the way school need teachers The way Kathy Lee needed Regis that's the way I need Jesus So here go my single dawg radio needs this They said you can rap about anything except for Jesus That means guns, sex, lies, videotape But if I talk bout God my record won't get played Huh? Well if this take away from my spins Which will probably take away from my ends Then I hope it take away from my sins And bring the day that I'm dreamin 'bout Next time I'm in the club everybody screaming out... (Jesus walks) God show me the way because the devil trying to break me down (Jesus walks with me) The only thing that I pray is that my feet don't fail me now. (Jesus walks) And I don't think there's nothing I can do to right my wrong (Jesus walks with me) I wanna talk to God but I'm afraid because we ain't spoke in so long (I want Jesus) |
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| 4:53 |
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[Ludacris] + (Sandy Coffee) Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Say it (make love to me) Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! What? (fuck, meee!) Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Say it (make love to me) Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! What? (fuck, meee!) [Chorus: repeat 2X] I'm bout to throw some game, they both one and the same Cupid's the one to blame - say it (make love to me) I'm bout to shed some light, cause each and every night You gotta do it right - what? (fuck, meee!) [Verse One] They want it nice and slow, kiss 'em from head to toe Relax and let it go - say it (make love to me) They want it now and fast, grabbin and smackin ass You gotta make it last - what? (fuck, meee!) Together holdin hands, you out there spendin grands And makin family plans - say it (make love to me) Don't have to straighten facts, don't want no strings attached Just scratches on your BACK - what? (fuck, meee!) Ex's ain't actin right, and you so glad to fight Dinner's by candlelight - say it (make love to me) She got a nigga whipped, down to ya fingertips Tryin that freaky shit - what? (fuck, meee!) Turn on some Babyface, just for your lady's sake You call her babycakes - say it (make love to me) Know how to mack a broad, she's on your sack and balls You call her Jabberjaws - what? (fuck, meee!) [Chorus] [Verse Two] You bout to buy a ring, she needs the finer things Gucci designer frames - say it (make love to me) Purchase a nasty flick, wrap up and tie her quick Know how to drive a stick - what? (fuck, meee!) You both unite as one, you the moon and she's your sun Your heart's a beating drum - say it (make love to me) You better not of came, she want to feel the pain Then hear her scream your name - what? (fuck, meee!) Follow this DICK-tionary, you're both some visionaries Then do it missionary - say it (make love to me) I hear 'em call da wild, and do it all the while Doggy and FROGGY style - what? (fuck, meee!) You in between the sheets, lickin and eatin sweets And what you find you keep - say it (make love to me) You do it standin up, orgasms hand 'em up Y'all just don't GIVE A FUCK - what? (fuck, meee!) [Chorus] [Verse Three] You wanna tell the world, cause she's your favorite girl Your diamond and your pearl - say it (make love to me) Nobody has to know, just keep it on the low And meet 'em right at fo' - what? (fuck, meee!) Nothin but fights and fussin, plus there's a lot of cussin Just grab ahold of SOMETHIN - say it (make love to me) Y'all do that BAD stuff, she like it rammed up Ropes and HANDCUFFS - what? (fuck, meee!) [Chorus] |
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| 3:48 |
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Chorus:
See my days are cold without you But I'm hurtin while I'm with u And though my heart can't take no more I keep on running back to you See my days are cold without you But I'm hurtin while I'm with u And though my heart can't take no more I keep on running back to you Baby, I don't know why your treating me so bad You said you love me, no one above me And I was all you had And though my heart is beatin for ya I can't stop crying I don't know how I allow you to treat me this way and still I stay (Chorus) Baby, I don't know why ya wanna do me wrong (do me wrong) See when I'm home, I'm all alone And you are always gone And boy, you know I really love you I can't deny I can't see how you could bring me to so many tears After all these years (Chorus) Ohh, I trusted you, I trusted you So sad, so sad What love will make you do All the things that we accept Be the things that we regret To all of my ladies (ladies) Feel me C'mon sing with me: See, when I get the strength to leave You always tell me that you need me And I'm weak cause I believe you And I'm mad because I love you So I stop and think that maybe You can learn to appreciate me Then it all remains the same that You ain't never gonna change (never gonna change, never gonna change) (Chorus) Baby, Why you hurt me? Leave me and desert me Boy, I gave you all my heart And all you did was tear it up Looking out my window Knowing that I should go Even when I pack my bags This something always hold me back |
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| 8. |
| 4:21 |
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Artist/Band: ja rule
title: put it on me Ja Rule: where would i be without my babayy? the thought alone might break meee... and i don't wanna go crazy. but every thug needs a ladaay. girl it feel like you and i been born together, inseparable, get your chain on for pleasure. for that, you'll forever be part of me.. my body and soul. ain't no "I didn't win." BABBAYY. when you cry who wipes your tears? when you scared who's tellin you there's nothin to fear? girl i'll always be there. when you need a shoulder to lean on, never hesitate. know when you can call on.. it's on me, and vise-versa. that's why i be the first ta see Jacob, frost your wrists up. now ya owe meh. i know your tired of being lonely.. so baby girl put it on meh. *chorus* (2x) where would i be without you? (uhh) i only think about you. (yeah) i know your tired of being lonely.. (lonely) so baby girl put it on me. (put it on me) Vita: YO, and i appreciate the rocks and gifts that you cock me baby. And that house on the hill when you drop like 80. On the downpayment, thinking "damn ain't life gravey." and ever since for my hunnie i've been twice the lady. what would i do without the nites that you kept me warm? when this cold world had a whirl caught in a storm. and i accept who you wit when you caught in your wrong. and respect when you flip cuz our love is strong. and when you hit the block, i watch the tin fall. and when my popps was asleep.. snuck in the back door. babyboy, we been down since jr. high. so when life get hot in july, it's the world against you and i. be ballin, tied together and never part from the heart.. knew that it would last forever. when you told mehh you would never leave me lonellyy so babyboy put on me. *chorus* Ja Rule: since sweet bananas, it's been you and i. a tear for a tear, an eye for an eye. and you know that my heart gone cry, if you leave me.. lonely. cuz you not just my love.. you my homie. who's gonna console me? MY LOVE. I'm outta control.. hold me MY LOVE CUZ I'M YOURS. and i don't wanna do nothing to hurt my babygirl. if this was our world, it'd be all yours babbayy. the thought alone might break mehh. and i don't wanna go crazzayy.. cuz every thug needs a ladayy YAY-YEAHHH.. AH. feelin you babygirl, them eyes ain't lyin. wash away all the tears. there'll be no more cryin BABAAY. and you complete meeh.. and i would die if you ain't with mehh.. so babygirl put it on mehh. *chorus* (4x) |
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Girl I know this
might seem strange But let me know if I'm out of order For stepping to you this way See I've been watching you for a while And I just gotta let you know That I'm really feeling your style Cause I have to know your name And leave you with my number And I hope that you would call me someday If you want you can give me yours too And if you don't well I ain't mad at'cha We can still be cool cause I'm not trying to pressure you Just can't stop thinkin bout you You ain't even really gotta be my girlfriend I just wanna know your name And maybe some time We can hook up hang out just chill Damn I'm surprised that you called Cause the way you walked away I thought I wasn't gon see you no more Since you didn't wanna give me your name I thought that you were iggin' me And wasn't diggin' me But anyway what you doing tonight I'll probably be with my peeps If it's cool with you maybe we'll swing by And you can just chill with us Or you can just chill with me long as you're comfortable And you feel secure when your with me cause I'm not trying to pressure you Just can't stop thinkin bout you You ain't even really gotta be my girlfriend I just wanna know your name And maybe some time We can hook up hang out just chill Oh oh baby yeah Maybe we can oh Go and see a movie girl Or maybe we can hang out girl Whatever you wanna do Just let me know It's up to you I'm not trying to pressure you Just can't stop thinkin bout you You ain't even really gotta be my girlfriend I just wanna know your name And maybe some time We can hook up hang out just chill I'm not trying to pressure you Just can't stop thinkin bout you You ain't even really gotta be my girlfriend I just wanna know your name And maybe some time We can hook up hang out just chill |
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| 3:53 |
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This is the f**kin shit I be talkin about
Half rappin' ass mothaf**kers You think it's a game? You think it's a f**kin GAME? Come on uh uh uh Come on uh uh¡ What'cha really want What'cha really want what D M X uh uh¡ Come on Ryde or die Ay yo ay yo ay yo What's my name? DMX and I be the best You see the rest they lookin like they need a rest One more time I'mma spit at you some shit That's gon get at you be f**kin with your mind, stop talkin shit 'cause you out there runnin' your mouth And really don't know who you f**kin with Here we go again How many times do I have to tell you rap niggas? I have no friends you still actin up Runnin around here like some brand new pussy that's about to get f**ked The game don't stop, I'm still gettin down for whatever Whenever that's why my shit is hot, can't keep it real Now, some of us do but most of us don't that's just how a nigga feel I shed blood, for my people that'll keep you lookin see-through Whenever you try to creep through [CHORUS] x2 D-M-X If you want it we got it Come and get it nigga we wit it All you gotta do is set it baby Ryde or die What'cha niggas want, uh, uh What'cha niggas want You still playin games You gon think it's a joke until they no longer remember your name That's how we do ¡®em Make cowards disappear into thin air by puttin shit through em Never comin' back Last time you saw that nigga is the last time you'll see that nigga (alright) No more deaths 'cause in a minute you gonna have grandma bein the only family member left Bust my gun If I gots to kill a nigga but I'm always down for the one on one Dog for life We gon get to the bottom of this shit if it takes all night Stop drop Open up shop (what?) Fake up-north niggas screamin' for the cops Ryde or die What that mean is that a tell a nigga bye-bye and pop him in his right eye [CHORUS] x2 Look at all these off brand niggas Runnin' around yappin' about they be holdin figgas as big as Jigga's That's that bullshit Hope they know that around me talkin' about what you got will get you hit I'm not a nice person I mean I'd smack the shit out you twice dog and that's before I start cursin' I stay flippin' One minute I'm cool, the next minute I'm up on a nigga, rippin' That's my style I'm a cruddy nigga leave you all bloody nigga service with a smile Suck my dick And while you niggas that's been to jail before know it's about to get thick Let's get it on baby I'm gonna be goin' against 4 niggas in one and you think you crazy? I've lost my mind And I'm about to make you lose yours too from far away one time [CHORUS] x4 D-M-X! [CHORUS] |
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[Fox] Ahh, Trackmasters
My boo [Dru] Dru Hill, Foxy [Fox] Right [Dru] Ill na na na, Na Na [Fox] Na Na, uhh, that's the shit Verse One: Foxy Brown Playa haters ery minute wanna stop my dough (uh-huh) And every other minute wanna rock my flow (you know) And every third minute, y'all wanna swerve in it Come quick like a virgin in it... aowwww! So far, came through this year with no bra Sheer shirt, shakin my Na Na, till it hurts Got em sprung, let em know I'm like a Icee for the best effect you got to use your tongue Find my G-Spot get me hot I'm ill Foxy, chocolate baby, Got Milk? Shake that ass like you just don't care Cause y'all just rookies up in here, what? Work niggaz, like you one of the live niggaz Fly niggaz, known to handle a pie nigga Chick in a, off white pearl six on the cellular, gettin them open like Girl 6 It's on Chorus: Dru Hill (with variations) She's a bad mamma jamma Just as Foxy as can be (as Foxy as can be) Heyyy, she's a bad mamma jamma Just as Foxy as can be (as Foxy as she can be) Verse Two: Foxy Brown Player haters ery minute wanna see your clothes (uh-huh) Then every other minute wanna know what you drove (uhhh) Then every third minute, wanna know if the fur's rented That's why I got no time for hoes It's the Brown Fox, surround blocks, sound nice See me dressed, D-B-S, Brown rocks See me just, play the low pro Got these rap chicks in a chokehold, biotch! Basically, you're wastin your time hatin me I'm like one point five, bout to make it three My name will forever ring Got em screamin "Damn Fox!" on erything, hell yeah for the paper rip a hot track Only for the right dough shorty got that? Still in here I'll be down when you're goin broke, Ill Na Na Master Tracks like Tone and Poke, and it's on Chorus Verse Three: Foxy Brown Playa haters ery minute wanna shit on wax (uh-huh) Then every other minute talk behind your back (uh-huh) Then every third minute wanna rock you Venice and Bourbon Nah I ain't got time for dat... that's why I fakes no jacks, I got chips to gain I'm like Bo Jack baby, I'm hip to the game I know it well, rock Perotta over Chanel A H-Class hoe with the H. Findel Rhyme deep in footwear, via Spiga Like Aaliyah, One in a Million There's MC's in this rap shit comin in illin like I did, laid the groundwork for five hits Member when I told y'all first week out Shipped a half a mil, niggaz freaked out Love yourself, put no one above thee Cause ain't nobody gon' fuck me like me, it's on Chorus 2X [Dru Hill sings a bunch of na na na's and YAHOO!'s] |
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