Lyrics:
operator
If you need help, try, try again
Try, try again
[Wyclef Jean]
I got it started to my face
I got it started to my face,
If you'd like to make a call, dial your operator
If you need help, try, try again
Try, try again
I got it started to my face
I got it started
eyes
I feel the magic between you and I
I've got hungry eyes
Now I've got you in my sights
With those hungry eyes
Now, did I take you by surprise?
I need
the wild
Don't take a break just break it down
Now if you
Now if you feeling me
Turn up increase your decibels
My flo extra-terrestrial
It shouldn't be
eyes
The engine is the music and my nine's by my side
'Cause you know Y-A-U-C-H
I'm taking all MC's out in the place
Taking life as it comes, no fool
We got roots, they run deep
Growing taller than the trees
Cut me down but you don't ever let me fall
Yeah, you came for my best
And you stayed
on-and-and-on-and-on-on-and-on
Like a hot buttered pop-da-pop-da-pop, dibbie dibbie
Pop-da-pop-pop, you don't dare stop
Come alive, y'all, gimme whatcha got
I guess by now
felt like you sick as hell
You got sickle cell
And you shady lately
My life, ya, my life
And lately I don't feel right
I see them shadows every night
till I D-I-E, my nigga
Yeah, you behind if you don't know the power (nigga)
Product this shit the moment Ruthless started goin' sour (what?)
Niggas
niggas who shot 'em got 'em for ten bricks
Fuckin Dominicans, turned around and gave 'em more bricks
Lord forgive me, for I've sinned
Over and over
Ghost
My guide now
You've been blinded
You ain't got the
Eyes to see
Your sight foul
You been reaching far
But you never see
The bullseye to easy
Even
with the taste
of a momentary lie
The fantasy twists
my veins are turning dry
but I want you by my side
I want you so
Your rare scent that nobody
to set my whole race free
You might debate we, a refugee
No harm hurt me
Dying, thirsty from the struggle
To my own hustle bubble
On the low, woe is
Mr. Bob Dobailina
Oh were has my mic gone? Tell me, have you seen her?
I stretch like a condom and gets plump like a weiner
Or a sasuage, but of course
him
There goes the guy with the funky sound
The Beastie Boys you know we come to get down
Because I've got the flow where I grab my dick
And say oh
Oh yeah
Step by step
Oh, I've got to get close to you
Step by step
Oh, I've got to get to know you, oh yeah
You came into my life
Like
someone to manage my money I hired shelly
But shelly started talkin' too much so she died early
They got me loadin' up my benz with my eyes blurry
I sent
an eye for an eye
You Best watch your friends
Bits and bobs
So The Mandem kotch
Wingates hot
Spin that round
Not tryna get stopped
3 the Mandem in
am
Being attacked by your accusations simply
Because i got us
In court to help fix this the custody matter?
Why did i have to take you to court to see
Right now, my mind state is irrational - I think back
But my past circulates around you...
All the pictures that I've deleted from my cell phone
I
can make you mine I've got the cheat codes
I'm scoring all the three's, how can I miss the free throws
I aim for my aim but I'm fucked up in the brain
I
realized my mama couldn't get off these
I see the pain in the eyes of my family
A good girl with a lot of memories
She sings to me and make me plantain chips
Lions don't lose sleep over the opinion of sheep
Nothing seems real 'til it lands at your feet
We all pay bills, I've got gaps in my teeth
They
property getting used and abused by ken
All my life I've been an outsider meaning it's time to go ahead and find a way in
To be honest
Now I got you all up
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