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wanna hate on us (who) N*ggas be envious (who) And I know why they hatin' on us (why) Cause that's so fabulous (what) I'ma be real on us (c'mon)
out and play-play My brother let's colaborate strong So everything we have will last long Before I builded this to make it bu-bump bu-bump We makin radios
my Bone When someone's home and never play to me And pray to me, can't play with me So label me a runaway slave And "Cest la vie"! Murda Mo criminal's
Just hit us up when you wanna hear it again Nappy boy! [Ciara:] I, I, I, I I'm the incredible, super-sexual Call me 'Cici', let's go and I know that
and small alms I might recite a small prayer If I ever said them I lay down on an iron frame Found myself in bedlam I wish that I could take something
at you all big with your remarks, and I swing an icepick at your heart At least that's what it feels like when I pick you apart And dig at you and break
The Throne And Ripped A New Asshole All I Hear Is I'm The Best At This And I'm Best At That But I Don't Hear My Name, No ?? Brought Up In Rap And I
are you?) I'm your motherfuckin conscience [Eminem] That's nonsense! Go in and gaffle the money and run to one of your aunt's cribs And borrow a damn
NE] When I Woke-Up, I got the mic and never chocked up Busted a verse and all the G's in Cali loc'ed up when I was summoned Styles were mixed like the
and love changes and best friends become strangers A thug changes, and love changes (yo, uh) Can it be, that i stayed away for too long? Did i leave
dancin' to their own beat, and letin' go everybody here's got a soul, (Pre-Chorus) It's Friday, and there's nowhere to be, We're kickin' it together it's
nation Program directors and DJ's ignored me Cause I simply said fuck Top Forty And top thirty top twenty and top ten Until you put more hip-hop in Then I
I made about 300 bucks Yo, this business sucks But I got another chance and I came correct Got a lawyer and accountant, now my shit's legit But many won
I Live? Huh, Can I Live? Yo, yo, yo I blacks out, I pulls da mack out Scream what's that about, then I clap out I get my fly on, and my drop on, due
own beat And leting go, everybody here's got a so-o-o-oul [Nick:] It's Friday and there's nowhere to be We're kickin' it together it's so good to
