Lyrics:
want the boy
Then the boy turn to a man hey
I said it it happened
That's something I cannot pretend
Oh man ohhh
Oh man i pulled up inside of A
Niggers
yeah
Springtime, man, that May weather, they
Gon' call me Floyd, yeah, we the champs
Gotta spark a fire if you
Comin' with the camp
Drippin', so be
to call the law
I had a little boo in the other hood
I used to go by her
House in the wee-wee hours
Creeping, laying the wood
They had niggas on the block
all alone (boy, oh)
Cryin' your eyes out 'cause the woman that you love has gone
Oh, there's gonna be, there's gonna be
A whole lot of trouble in your
2Pac already told y'all moron)
Who got beef, I'm just here to reinform my shit
You know, you done did Big, you done did Craig Mack
Man, you did
lookin' over, at me
She wanna turn up
I can tell by the look in her face
That she ain't happy with you, nigga
And I can bet that I'm gon' get her
And I
in disguise like John Gacy
You got one plaque and it's not even your song, I got 80, uh
Lately y'all are lazy
Waitin' to be carried
Lotta y'all are
mean I don't believe in
Something just cause I don't believe
That there's an invisible man that whispers
To me in the sky
You might be a little
of a man?/
(I’m just saying)
Syqnys
So you don’t girls that’s alright you’re gay
But you don’t like men, alright ok
So you join the priesthood kinda hide away
And just in a minute both friends and relations
Were dancing 'round merry as bees 'round a cask.
Judy O'Daly, that nice little milliner,
She tipped me a wink
to the morgue
Cause I'm a mother fucking street nigga
[Chorus]
[Juvenile]
I had a little profit out the other hood
I used to go by her house in the wee-wee
night like a bandit
Hit by her mistake swear to god Ian plan it
Uh opps hear my name and start to panic
Heard that it's smoke, then poof nigga vanish
Big
at this party (uh)
Sittin in V.I.P.
Somebody's girl (yeah) is at this party (that's right)
And she's comin home with me
Umm I don't mean no harm
But
able to control this?
I know some fok' that live by the levee
That keep on telling me they heard the explosions
Same shit happened back in Hurricane
Thinkin that I'm rich from the game or illegal fame
Gotta lotta dap from the boys who believe the same
Couldn't tell you why, I live this little lie
Tryin
lookin' over, at me
She wanna turn up
I can tell by the look in her face
That she ain't happy with you, n****
And I can bet that I'm gon' get her
And I
Makes me want to try even harder
Pretty boy at my side like an art piece
Says that I'm clever sweet I'm a Smartie
Double Cs and the P in the party
So this
your fingers and got burnt a little
By gamma radiation
You proved to us that you are really a hero
And now we ain't got you
We'll never forget you
Almost died on me
BAPE shorts, chopstick, in the jungle, man
Ten on me on P-Rock, me and ScrumbleMan
Flash twelve hun' from that check?
You a fucking ham
lemonade.
So -- don't get twisted, 'cos I'm not Shy.
Give a bad look, get a right hook in yer eye!
[FROST P]
Fat man that man I pull scares like anthrax
on ice
Baguette's they shining bright 
See I'm jus thinking twice
Lotta voices in my ears
Like boy gotta do what's right
But how I'm supposed to know
Been
getting long in the tooth
My OG told me 'Boy you better go and live your truth'
I am a walking affirmation, that imagination
And focus and patience get
(standard)
Leave a boy's face in the Evening (Standard)
You are not a top MC, you're just (standard)
Peng tings in the VIP, that's (standard)
Tell man
(nope)
So I like to kick a little funk in your ear
My acoustic real sick
Type of hype a dialect makes shit real thick
The funk data that flows fatter
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