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Cautious (Intro)
Written By B-fresh 
Produced By Donald XL Robertson
 
Intro
 I was trying to get right, doing everything wrong 
Nobody gave a  shit

ass mutha
That’s tailed by undercovers aye 
Not along I was Bruh Man 
From the fifth floor
And last night its sumo wrestlers
From the 4th row 
Whoa 
If

Tearz

Wu-Tang Clan

Enter the Wu-Tang (36 Chambers) [Bonus Track]

1993

frantically, then I dropped down to his feet
I saw the blood, all over, the hot concrete
I picked him up, then I held him by his head
His eyes shut, that's

Tearz

Wu-Tang Clan

Enter the Wu-Tang (36 Chambers) [Clean]

1993

frantically, then I dropped down to his feet
I saw the blood, all over, the hot concrete
I picked him up, then I held him by his head
His eyes shut, that's

switched but I peeped the game
We only friends face to face you always throwing shade
Trying to turn me against by mans whoah not today
That's them fuck

ass
Hunned band hunned band
I might be the money man
Hunned bands hunned bands
Watch me do the money dance
Hunned bands hunned bands
I might be

demons

Heman got hella bags shopping spree man
Hey man where did you get all of yo bands
Finance there's hella screens like it's imax
I Mac I Mac these

I ain't got no time to talk
If these niggas getting money
Tell em' bring dem bands out

Bring dem, bring dem bands out
(my life is a movie)
Bring dem,

Alexander's Ragtime Band

Bing Crosby

The Best of the Decca Years

1992

Come on along (come on along)
Let me take you by the hand (here's my lily white)
Up to the man (the mighty man)
I'm talking about the man
Mmm,

Alexander's Ragtime Band

Bing Crosby

Those Wonderful Years: Happy Days Are Here Again

1994

Come on along (come on along)
Let me take you by the hand (here's my lily white)
Up to the man (the mighty man)
I'm talking about the man
Mmm,

give a fuck bout whatchu you Say
Don't you fumble on the play

I jus ran wit ya bands 
Where's my money at
Scottie Ina body bag 
Wheres my money at
I jus

Slow Down

Lil O

Da Fat Rat Wit Da Cheeze

2000

feel, 
I think its time to be a man and keep it real, for real cause....
 
[Chorus: Big Moe with Lil' O in parenthesis]
Girl I think I want to slow down

Pulled up
To the moe moe Witcha hoe hoe She let me
Run in Her
Front do
Back do
I beat up
Daat kat and
Her throat throat Now she weigh'n up The work

jealous of me then
They feelings was really hurt
Ride by my lonely
A one man army
And it’s Heavy consequences if a nigga
Try to harm me
They really don’t

And Niggas get to spending, yeah they throw they little bandy bands
And no I'm not a stripper but with liquor your man think I am
And When he out of money,

I'm Counting Dem Bands
I Keep It 100 and thats In my hand
She Loving Da Way that I'm Counting Dem Bands
I Keep It 100 and thats In my hand
I'm da man

feel just like him, i feel like a titian i might just
Eeny, meeny, miny, moe, catch him by his fucking toes
Hang him up that's for sure, oh we've been

bitches made in France
Throw ones and make them dance
Rewind and bring it back

100 Bands, 100 Bands
Count it out by the two
Runnin' man, runnin' man
Slow

Presidential, maybe I should run
Still get 'em by the ton, sixty-five three times a month
Bag, what you doin'? Baggin', baggin'
2020 McLaren, Moe got me

Always been dem vs me
Either dat or M.O.B.
So I live by M.O.E.
She a supa freak
Fuck her everyday of da week
Left hand on her right bootie cheek
From da

on 'em
Dope money with a band on it
Half gold, we got a hand on it
D-boys still ball the same
Just gotta little bit of glam on it
Yah

I got flames

My heart is burnin
Cars and clothes
Don't matta no moe
Ball or die, Takes what's mine (They dont matter no moe)
The fire in my eye, the Cardi by my

ya bitch do betta
10 Letta get it moe wetta
Mr. 10 bands or betta bitch I need a band fa every letta
Y'all know what the fuzk goin' on
You hear me
Haah

sweet
Shit sweet
Shit sweet
Shit sweet
Ain't shit sweet
Man ain't no telling when imma blow
I be picking them off eeny miny moe