you Get this inside your head Because of you I'm having second thoughts All the fear, all the doubt Can't you see? [Chorus:] You're pushin me out You're pushin me
do or die on the side flip for life biatch [Hook x8] [Ras Kass] Now it's either give me the money, give me the power Or give me 4.25 an hour, what
hurry, still I ride, I'm never worried Mr. Makaveli tell me to ride, and I'ma ride Pick my enemies out the crowd, and motherfuckers die It's not the
yo, hold the fuck up} Get out the way yo Get out the way yo Biggie Smalls just got dropped Little move pa*s the mac And let me hit 'em in his back Frank
fuckin' ride out Then you'll bump heads wit me I'll put a hole in yo ass, you'll see That it ain't cool to fuck wit me [Tony Yayo] G-Unit, I roll wit
get it While I'm ballin she by my side wit me But if some shit jump off she aint gone ride wit me Get out the club bitch (Chorus) Get out the club BITCH
love me now Would you love me if I was down and out? Would you still have love for me? Girl...It's easy to love me now Would you love me if I was down
after hour I'd explored the land. Cruisin' in the Turtle Van, yeah man! Blowin' in the cartridge to get it to work. Sometimes it'd even help to push it
to get 'em up wid two thugs Runnin' side by side wid number one Murda mo drop my guage on 'em When the po-po chase, If they catch me barehanded I'm done
the Devil, "Get thee hence to endless night!!" But the Devil just grinned and said "I may have sinned, But there's no need to push me around, I got him
me. Just grind with me, C'mon and grind with me. If you hustle on my rocket And you grind with me. Now, grind with me. C'mon and grind with me. My sexy
me tell you somethin Me and you, bruca, we should be humpin Honey likes the mack, homey's got her in the bag But there's vato's rollin out, and they're
that bitches rich I'm out this sports, I'm in the game Fallin' the blaze, causin fo' Dade [DJ Khaled:] Doe Boy, Slip-N-Side Epedemic, Dope Ridas,
me You take the first shot then, +Second Round's on Me+ And when you walk, on the other side of me, and my brother ride I don't rap for the plaques My
off If you could bottle my style and sell it to somebody It'd probably smell like cologne made out of bits of panther They call me anchor man, I'll hold
me All i know when out in these streets: G-E-T D-O-E Pay attention muthafucker, you dont know me You might not be hungry like me All i know when
: Long rides home on these country side roads with you by my side we'd never grow old day turns to night as we gaze up at the stars no one could wake