Garland Mosley

Get out..Get out! You can't be in here!
You have to get out!
I implore you...Please?
Please?
You're all going to die down here..

Timbaland
It's life or death
Either one
The king is back
Take heed and run
I piss and take a shit on your beat for fun
The game I ain't even use a gun
Who better than me?
Don't make me laugh
I run this shit they just chase my ass
I ain't talkin' shit nigga
Just tellin' the facts
I think all the tracks I'm hearin' from niggas is whack
I be hearin' these niggas
What they say in they rhymes
I took my spot nobody gave me mine
I make the beats that boom boom boom! in they trunks
You disagree homie then go on and jump
You can bump your gum
You can say what you want
Thats all you gon' do cause you niggas is punks
I'm number one you ain't nothin' but shit
When they need a hit I would be the one to get
Talk to me

If you got love for me I got love for you
If you fuck with me I fuck with you
We can do it however you wanna do
Nigga if you fuck with me I fuck with you

Gon' head
Yourself, yourself, yourself
Yourself, yourself, yourself
If I was you I wouldn't fail myself
Yourself, yourself, yourself
Yourself, yourself, yourself
If I was you I wouldn't fail myself

Sebastian
I'm tired of niggas
Niggas is tired
You ain't a G
I see bitch in your eyes
If you close to me
You supposed to be
But most of you rap niggas is hoes to me
Wherever you from
The question I ask
Is if you think I give a fuck
Riddle me that
Cause in my hood and you jump into hell and back
This industry shit to hell with that
I seen 'em come, I seen 'em go
I doubt if you can show me somethin' I ain't seen before
Who supposed to be in charge?
I need to know
When I shake your hand I'm a step on your toe
Go getcha gun go getcha click
I'm a be right here chattin' with your bitch
You mad at me cause I'm gettin' rich
Well put the pistol to your head and empty the clip, pop nigga!

If you got love for me I got love for you
If you fuck with me I fuck with you
We can do it however you wanna do
Nigga if you fuck with me I fuck with you

Gon' head
Yourself, yourself, yourself
Yourself, yourself, yourself
If I was you I wouldn't fail myself
Yourself, yourself, yourself
Yourself, yourself, yourself
If I was you I wouldn't fail myself

Attitude
I see my heart
Feel my pain
Some is stars, some is lames
How they follow little trends to get they fame
I ain't snappin' my damn fingers to get in the game
You claim you rich
Show me son
If you got so many dollas then loan me one
Fools think they killas, they own a...
When you know you bout as sweet as a honey bun
Trash your broads behind a bar
Like you that dude frontin' hard
VIP bands don't make you a star
Like we really still don't know who the fuck you are
Don't talk behind my back just call me nigga
Move my heart to the side
Make room to forgive you
If you still wanna hang
We'll come to getcha
Put the rope around your neck and jump my nigga!

You're all going to die down here!
Get out, get out
You can't be in here
You're all going to die down here

Oh
Two step
Oh
Let me talk to you girl
What
I'm in your part of town
I call your phone and
you're no where to be found
You do this every time
You be M I A
every single time
The part that kills me
You rather chill with your
friends instead of me huh
But I ain't gon' be no clown
I guess I call you next time
I'm in your town
And you say to me
So what I was out
with my friends
I'm a grown woman
It's the weekend oh
So what if I don't
answer my phone
What if I'm not alone
I'm with him
What's it to you
I need to get out
You you you you you
Are killing me
you're killing me
you're killing me
and I just wanna get out
you you you you you
are killing me
you're killing me you're
whatcha wanna do do do
whatcha wanna do do do
I cannot escape
no matter what I do
can't get away from you oh
call me everyday
and that there
ain't never cool
getting on my nerves
I think it's time you knew
only gave you my number cause
drinks made you cuter plus
you were looking
sad and lonely oh
but that's all it was
just put you in the game and
here you go complaining
what's up with you
I need to get out
You you you you you
Are killing me
you're killing me
you're killing me
and i just wanna get out
you you you you you
are killing me
you're killing me you're
whatcha wanna do do do
whatcha wanna do do do
like whoa lil mama
it's the second time
I'm callin' your number
I ain't chasin'
I ain't even no runner
don't you know
I push the Hummer
in the summer huh
how you hard to be reached
I can put you where
you hard to be reached
black sand on the
balls of your feet
You can scream
ain't no body gon' be sleep
this your own
private beach haha
and when it comes to sex
just a little bit of love
and little bit of that
maybe push it back
where your ribs is at
share a bowl of
crunch berries
how real is that haha
I'm just jokin' of course
I'm trying to put your
sex game back on course
if you feelin' dry
like you don't get moist
if you ever get a
minute holla at yo' boy