Lyrics:
by Cupid
Great credit score but I think
This lil' bitch is stupid
Every bitch turned they back on
Me somewhere in the sewage
Just know if I ever go
I'm
Yo (damn) Young Buck where my money at man
My niggas is playing what nobody
In here but you, spyder and Mase
There's supposed to be three
Hundred
Take a look take a good look
Take a look take a good look
Take a look take a good look
Okay we doin on this on the record
Tone we gonna go set it
Off
swerving
I got the word and he crazy puss
But playing wolf
I can tell that he crazy shook
By the way he look
Us battling is a crazy look
I'm like before
in a circle guns out playin' duck-duck goose
This shit is kinda aight till I fuck in the booth
I'm sayin' I'm here got my nine up in here
Thugs wanna
damn
You're in the mall
I'm in the mail right here dressed up
Must have left your wardrobe in your house
Nigga, my clothes in the morgue right now
Too
good, oh
All I need is love
To the Lord above
I'm sittin' here, reminiscin', think I just got a light bulb
Somethin' I'd like to mention, this is
to this game I pledge my allegiance
[Joe Budden]
Uhh.. it's killin me soft, jokers is actin like they really the boss
With a Milli Vanilli award cause they
Uh huh, I see you lookin'
When we roll by, pussy still cookin'
Freaks get tooken when they lookin' for stars
If you don't like my face, bitch, look
of the stu for being sloppy
Joe$ya mane
Don't treat music like it's a hobby
Beat sales going crazy man they cop it like is molly
And the beats hit hard like
a gat in my arm reach
I charm freaks and bomb geeks
From here to Palm Beach
I'm puttin rappers in the wheelchair
Big L is the villain you still fear
Cause
days oh my gosh
Oh my days oh my gosh
Here we go again
I got locked up by the po po again
I've been in here since half past ten
It's half past two
and smash (Smash)
By the way, I feel tired for this game
Look, one two hey take a nap (Nap)
Look this ass, is dancing right in my face
Look, one two hey take
bushman stagger into the room via the building's rear entrance.
Unfortunately, this was not a rare occurrence. Annoyed, the accountant began to tell the
man
[Chorus: ~Lil Kim~]
My lips is thick
My hips is curvy
My body sick
I like it dirty
Work it baby [x3]
Hurt me baby
[Fat Joe:]
I got you moaning
this house into a home
straight up and down
I got my man Melo T in the house
I got my man Preacher Earl in the house
I got my man Asu in the house
I
you may look tonight
You will see this wanted man
I might be in Colorado
Or Georgia by the sea
Working for some man
Who may not know at all who I
(no doubt)
(All my ghetto motherfuckers be proud to be black and be proud)
All my little black seeds, born black in this white man's world
(to have
whut tha deal baybeh, it's Malique from Too Phat
just chillin' in the studio wit' my partner Joe Flizzow
and my partner Reefa, I see my man G-soul
on
Hah eh
Look at me
Look at me
Look at me
Look at me
Look at me
Pray to Buddha
Got all brand new receipts
Man of God
All cold on keys
That halfway-house
all I need was a hand trigger
Semi-automatic MAC-11 just to scare niggas?
Pardon my thug poetry, but suckers is born everyday
And fear of man grow
and down like a yo yo
With my pain
I said I'm up and down like a yo yo
With my pain
Sitting in this house of shame
Staring through my window pain (yea)
So
is my job, what I'm about to do"
So I'm like, "Hey man, some times you got to work (or don't be a part of it)
To do what you really wanna do"
We
slangin' half of buldings
For real man, I'm on my last nine thousand
Ain't got no money, I'm fightin' cases with this ho money
And when the money get low
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