still thinking of you. We're on and off and when we're on we're up and down, but I admit that we have had some fun... and if I had to spend my life with
okay Keep on moving anyway Get on up when you're down (keep on movin, keep on movin) Baby, take a good look around (keep on movin, keep on movin) I
she a "Fox" [Streetlife] (Method Man) We rollin', big truck, sittin' on chrome (twistin' a bone) Talkin' to a bird on the bat phone Zonin', out the area
dipped and down-low, ready for ac-tion, crept slow Moved on ya enterprise and crash ya stock Put a hold on your assets and dug up your pock' We National
And flying planes, who the fuck could complain? Huh? [Gudda Gudda:] So you mad cause I'm styling on you? Lights off, mask on, creepy silent on you Get
area codes (area, area codes..codes) Hoes, hoes, in different area codes (area, area codes..codes) [ludacris] Now you thought i was just 7-7-0 And 4-
different area codes (area) area codes (codes) Hoes (hoes...hoes) in different area codes (area) area codes (codes) [ludacris] Now you thought i was just 7-7
E-40] Motherfucker! [E-40] Doo-Doo-Doo-Do [E-40] Da-Da-Da [x1] [E-40] 4-1-5-1-7-0-7 the bay area [E-40] BIAATTCH!! [E-40] There's a place in the bay
fucking calling hoes And flying planes, who the fuck could complain? Huh? [Gudda Gudda] So you mad cause I'm styling on you? Lights off, mask on, creepy silent on
area codes, area codes (Area, codes) Hoes (Hoes,hoes) In different area codes, area codes (Area, codes) Now you thought I was just 7-7-0, and 4-0-4?
off a 10 percent doze (?), I could hum and shit cold [Chorus:] [Redman] Yo, yo tear the roof off Yo, yo tear the roof off Back off, don't make me shoot
pulse Pack you bags off a 10 percent doze I could hum and shit cold Yo, yo tear the roof off Yo, yo tear the roof off Back off, don't make me shoot
type of shit you out committin a lick pistol whip them nigga to death and have a kick and the twist 'cause niggaz be havin shit like bitches on Set It Off
was born supreme No wonder I run with a hundred twenty Three nine hundred and ninety nine thousand convicts Wanted by the beast in the hellified streets With nullified beef and combat swamp rats And
at no motherfuckin 9-5 job Got the motherfuckin boss fuckin off And I'm doin most of the work gettin paid bullshit I come in there on time and do my shit and
, I done came from that So I know what's on your mind when you're cocking your nine back Busting your bullets at them niggas on the corner And you aim 7
Fresh claiming that muthafucking nine) (And he don't mind dying) (Got to get on with his shine) (And he slangs his iron) And that 7th ward, he a hard-
man Rhasaan in the house We gon' bring it to y'all like this, word up Just give it to em Ak.. UHH [Akinyele] I been in and out all areas And all you
