Lyrics:
enough about you and me
How's my little son
Hmm, he ever ask about me
Just a little bit
Does he still like to go down by the supermarket
If I could
Britney Spears
And these little Disney queers
Who use chicks for beards?
Just made that up too
Oh, and the Shady 2.0
We wrote it in roman numerals like
checks
Bad Boy, big things nigga, HF
I put it down for mine, my crew live a life of crime
Constantly non-stop, when they on the climb
And BK, no such
have to ask you to refrain from the language)
The car goin' two hundred miles an hour
Where the fuck is he goin'? (Please Mr. Rapper, please refrain
have to ask you to refrain from the language)
The car goin' two hundred miles an hour
Where the fuck is he goin'? (Please Mr. Rapper, please refrain
Aw Cool & Dre
I was the one who believed in you
Hahahaha
I got one bad chick, she by my side
About two more wait-in outside
Roll out the red
Just a little bit
Does he still like to go down by the supermarket
If I could just
If I could just see you
Can't really say what you mean or what you
Circuitry twisted by a bitch named greed
Now all proceeds is going to smoking more weed
Please, you need to force-feed your head
and set your sights straight
of old poison gas,
And obsolete germ bombs, just as a freak tornado cruised through
(my baby, my baby, my baby, my baby) [repeat: x3]
Sucking up two
times am I gunna have to tell y'all?
Flipmode run these streets, c'mon!
[Chorus 2: Mynx] {*Busta Rhymes ad-libs*}
I wish I - I wish I had just
listen
Uh, uh, don't dip out baby
I can live life fine with two ladies
Two heads are better than the one god gave me
And I'm messed up, been stressin'
little boy look just like me
I ain't tryna be what ya like, no I'm not (I'm talkin' bout whip gun)
Pull up with that nigga bitch in the car
Now her baby
little boy look just like me
I ain't tryna be what ya like, no I'm not (I'm talkin' bout whip gun)
Pull up with that nigga bitch in the car
Now her baby
Everyday she walk by
See me on the same block
Same crew, like she never seen rocks
Chain watch, rims blue
Different color boots on, park Yukon
It's just a freaky note, from me to you
At the bottom I signed it Playboy II
I'm a player, bitch, I thought you knew
Like every other nigger in my crew
I
what you see is what you get
Talk to me, say what it is
Nobody's better by your side, baby
Please don't take this lightly
I like you and you like me
can't use dem food stamps
Other crews like to sample and mix
But our crew, we just play that shit
Live, drums, bass, keys
Niggas don't like it, you
to the Festival
More than riches
And the ball
I wish my cow would give us some milk
More than anything
I wish we had a child
Please, pal-
I
Bossed Up!
My attention just went up in price
Shawty wanna live this life
So she look me in my eyes and say
Damn Baby!
Don't you know you be The Man,
nothing changed pe we be the same crew
Resurrection in the game here to save you
Yo it's going down baby it's going down family
That's my word we
If my love was a little bit stronger
Would you stay, stay?
Baby, please stay
If I granted all of your wishes
Give you more than touches and kisses
running this rap shit
(Watch out! We run New York)
I don't care if you Mobb Deep, I hold triggers to crews
You little fuck, I've got money stacks
What you wear or what's on your feet
Eat the foot long and when it
Kick you get six more feet
Yo, I twist the pure leaf
I just got in some new shit
Dawg
and pray each day I live
A little more love I'll have to give
A little more love that's devoted and true
Cause all I do is think about you
All I do
Oh
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