're hearin' Can I get a beep and a ? of cheerin'? I am what I am, that's a tribal man We all know the colours, we all must stand As we start our travels
Did you get the letter That I sent you Trying to remember what the letter said After all the heartache you put me through I need you like a hole in
, it's a party It's a party, let's get it on tonight Gonna rock your body, Zhane and Busta Rhymes It's a party, let's get it on tonight Gonna rock your
piano's hot It's just a noisy hall Where there's a nightly brawl And all That Jazz [Announcer] Make that two) [Velma Kelly] And all that jazz And all
t kill Let me show you the stars take you back to the car Rewind time march 3, 1994 I was only in my teen's deuce-deuce in my Levi's When Nas hit
's my niggas always yellin' that broke shit Let's get moneys son, now you wanna smoke shit Chill God, yo, the Son don't chill Allah What's today's mathematic
I know you out there and y'all understand But I'ma let Ced get on and tell y'all what it's really like It's not so complicated But connect with me and
bout it I got your back though [Chorus: Raekwon] Yo why's my niggas always yellin that broke shit Let's get money Son, now you wanna smoke shit Chill
You better watch what you say it might get you clapped Here's a little advice homey switch your raps Cuz that shit on your last album ain't get you plat's
Busta Rhymes} Yes, yes, uhh, Zhane and Busta Rhymes {It's a party, let's get it on tonight} Ahhh, woo, let's get it on, let's get it on {Gonna rock your
chick) {Baby I want you to be my entourage} {If you want then we could take this very far} [Omarion:] Omarion! Let's Go! [50 Cent:] Let's rock and roll
Yayo, Obie Trice & Eminem) [Fort Minor:] You ready? ! Let's go! Eminem: Guess who's home? Yeah, for those of you that want to know what we're all about
??, stop steel Y'all some fake-thug livin tryna get notice by hangin with stars No need to say no names, niggas know who the fuck you are We all true sound, nigga united
jar (Hahahaha) And Dirty Management, I wish all the best But me and my niggas, we had to do what's best (That's right) It was a mess, all them taxes and
Hollerin 'bout your gun in your vest It's all LIES, most of y'all guys is small fries And if I let y'all tell it, y'all all gon' ride BUT But soon as
get what's right above the testicles S.P., turn your top five into vegetables You don't believe me, get 'em all in a room And the next five, I plan to getting all
weed, that's mostly the haze Get the most (?) kicked on a nigga's face Gotta be the most idiot nigga on the face Of the Earth, to ever let the thought