not what else to do he reaches out to her like wind when summer calls don't change the temperature you might not feel it at all he writes music and
he might not live! " So they start debating You in bad shape, in the neck of New York Your slithering ways, lay with you a bad snake Smash bake, eight
no mental clinics, it ain't nothin', y'knahmean? If I make it out alive, I make it out alive, if not, fuck it Yo, I can't take this shit no more, it's
you busters in this damn game are still teething Believe it if you say it enough that you'll be it You never lived none of your raps, or even seen it
not enough, to let you call my bluff You feel what I feel, then raise your cup You holdin' that hydro, blaze it up I'm high with my eyes on snakes in
you at Rock, where you at) [Answering Machine:] Beep Where you at rock, where you at Bobby where are you? (Where you at Rock, where you at) It's Sunday
If you get it popping, or get to popping 'em (ya'meen) [Fat Joe] You know the haters diss you, let's deal with bigger issues You know New York is dying after all
her, but do you kiss her ? Look at her hips, she's got those crazy blisters Body that smells like the New York mets Arm pits all nappy packed full of
it up now Celebrate it! Celebrate it! It?s a holiday nigga I made it! Celebrate it! Celebrate it! It?s a holiday nigga I made it! Verse 3: You wanna
'meen, ya'meen) Yeah, if you get it popping or get to popping 'em (Ya'meen) You know the haters diss you, let's deal with bigger issues You know New York is dying after all
, 'cause Erick already had his drawers down 'cause it's It's so ruff, it's so ruff 'Cause it's so ruff, 'cause it's so ruff To all my brothers wear
You can't believe it? Erick Sermon, rolling with Short Rolled from California all the way to New York In big Benzes, G-50 up Now we trying to squash all
, you just a bitch You work fastfood and you think you rich You see, my game don't stop when it's on the one I love to see you when you work that thang
not stop til, you was mine I guess God was like, aight fine Careful what you wish for, cause you just might get it in heaps Try to give it back he be
bags Play with the hand you was dealt That's why I ride the track till it melt I could care less how you feel, how you felt I done spent niggaz rent
is taken to operating Nah, he might not live, so they start debating You in bad shape, in the neck of New York Your slithering ways, lay with you a bad
, I don't give a fuck (People talking to me) You know I'm a eagle, feel the eagle (And calling my name) You don't feel like that, you gon' feel like