This is the time where you all should report to the dance floor 112 So So Def
Stop, wait a minute, hold up love JD plus 112, add that up Now that equals Me seeing you and see through what ever the change, I let a bottle of 3 do Jeans by E V Zoo check out the V to, a roof free coupe, do you like what u see boo? 2-3-2-40-59 Left the cold timber hi shortie, think she a dime Me on the Mic showed her be sexing going on talking reckless on the phone, she'll be naked waiting home Soon as I undress its on, she'll be screaming Jermaine to 6 in the morning
Girl I need to see you right away See there's something on my mind bout u and I that I gota say, oh baby Lately we've been talking on the 2 way about watcha like, about wat I like and I think its time we do something about it
It's been too long since You had a man in ur life And whether u know we can not You need someone to touch that spot that u love Baby im willing to give u wat uve been missing Don't tell my girl, don't tell my about it What I need to know is
Do u want me in the way, The way that I want you, way that I want you Baby I want you, would you freak me Could u freak me in the way that I freak you, way I freak you, Baby I freak you, would u let me
(Mike) I use to want you so bad years ago Now the feelings come back, baby its bad It's a little bit stronger than before Is it wrong if I touch ya Where ur man didn't touched ya When he had you baby Don't say no baby Just let me have my way with you
It's been too long since You had a man in ur life And whether u know we can not You need someone to touch that spot that u love Baby im willing to give u wat uve been missing Don't tell my girl, don't tell my about it What I need to know is
Do u want me in the way, The way that I want you, way that I want you Baby I want you, would you freak me Could u freak me in the way that I freak you, way I freak you, Baby I freak you, would u let me X2
[50 Cent - Chorus] I done told ya boy, Im'a soldier boy I got no choice but to be a rider I approach ya boy, with the toaster boy Get to point blank range & firrreee I aint tryna hear shit Im supposed to be rich Mother fucker get in way of my bread Then Im gone load my shit, then cock my shit Nigga Trip i'll come for your head
[50 Cent - Verse 1] I'll have ya nigga in the ambulance tellin' ya 'Hold on' The choir at your funeral singin' for so long The top shotter that rock product, the block gotta That pop hollows & pop bottles the whole spots The more paper the more strength we gone get it The four fifth come with a Inf we ain't missin' Im back on my bullshit a verse is a full clip Catch you with ya bitch throw a song in ya new whip
[Young Buck - Verse 2] Nigga its G-Unit Fuck ya clique, like sifiless bitch you stuck with this Im a loyal nigga, die behind mine Even If 50 dropped me I still wouldn't sign Either lost 'yo mind, or pumped 'yo head Tryna stop my shine, but I got bread And I ain't got time, to hear what they said When I catch them cowards Im'a bust they head
[50 Cent - Chorus] I done told ya boy, Im'a soldier boy I got no choice but to be a rider I approach ya boy, with the toaster boy Get to point blank range & firrreee I aint tryna hear shit Im supposed to be rich Mother fucker get in way of my bread Then Im gone load my shit, then cock my shit Nigga trip i'll come for your head
[Lloyd Banks - Verse 3] Im comin' outta Southside, you know Im raw Big ass cheque, they show I score Pull the dough out and roll out the cream Azure Fo' fo' out I know 'bout the Keizer of war Im hot, five hundred degrees or more My door'll block an M16 or more Im in the store coppin' shit you ain't seen before Black card swiping, green galore
[Tony Yayo - Verse 4] Yeah yeah.. I said these niggas stop talkin' then start worryin' The FEDS keep comin', the money we buryin' Im in a loft, Im in a green Porsche I let that thing off, I turn T-Wolf I drive a spaceship nigga 2008 shit Her made kicks on, I stay in Ape shit Niggas on some hate shit, they all get hit Russian AK Haitian flag on the clip
[50 Cent - Chorus] I done told ya boy, Im'a soldier boy I got no choice but to be a rider I approach ya boy, with the toaster boy Get to point blank range & firrreee I aint tryna hear shit Im supposed to be rich Mother fucker get in way of my bread Then Im gone load my shit, then cock my shit Nigga Trip i'll come for your head
