saying if [Chorus:] If loving you is wrong, I don't wanna be right If you loving you is wrong, I don't wanna be right [Verse 3:] Don't get me wrong
kick them in they fucking behind its necessary to pimp, gotta mac on these hoes don't be paying for these hoes, put that bozack on these hoes the B.G. don't
cause i'm rappin don't mean I ain't scrappin And if you clip when the shit happens, it don't stop [chorus-] Shit don't stop... (Y.N.V) Now my guess
in the world loves me I'm headed for danger, don't trust strangers Put one in the chamber whenever I'm feelin this anger Don't wanna make excuses, cause
won I see them, they run (ha ha) They don't wanna see us Whole Junior Mafia click Dressing up to be us How the fuck they gonna be the Mob? When we always
be found The bitch who hustle for me, they dont even stash tracks They keep it on 'em, right there in they ass crack When I don't like a nigga, I don't
That's how it's goin' down Don't play wit' me, I don't have patieeeeeents My headachin', and I need my medicaaaaaaation Niggaz be hatin', they don't know
make you lack him Shorty we can do what you wanna, how you wanna Where you wanna, when you wanna - ask them And my clip never droppin' We can get it poppin' like a mac
faster you fly pass that sweet to the right and don?t keep passin it by now I cant lie but I love gettin high sleepy eyes smoking sweets til the day that I die don?t
I dont wanna (??), when they say it was wack... I walk in the party and just start bustin, right after I hear the last verse of self destruction, this liquer makes me wanna
it and keep it, jiggy style of rap and watchin knuckle slang sweep it out of order ape recorder can't record my slaughter spoil the rotten Don is too good to be
the hell of it See how I'd run the government - make money irrelevant I might tell a chick, it's illegal to be celibate Secret Service don't know where
can try to reform these potential dites [K-Mac] If I was fucking you, you'd be spendin' all your dough (yeah) Buying nigga shit, that you don't even know
I don't care about a pretty bitch, watch or a car I don't care about your block and whoever you shot I don't care about your album and whenever it drop
(There's no way out) Where is there to run(There's no where to run) Don't go(Don't go) Don't go (Can't go) No! No! No! (Whoa!) [Kirk Franklin:] You
... Enemies try to speak to me Negative they don't get that close [Verse 2 - Freeway (Beanie)] Its Free, listen Blow trees with Mac Mittens (No we didn't
what you into I done been through Preachin my words and don't know what you owe It shows you wanna be me, but won't show it Ain't nothin changed, but
's an avalanche, homey you don't stand a chance ... ants in your pants You wanna rock, these bullets'll make you dance Homies thought I'd be driven away
