grateful that I haven't been shot (shot) Stopped by the cops and they didn't find a glock (glock) W-Y-C-L-E-F, I'm grateful [Wyclef Jean] Everybody sing along now
oh) (Wyclef: Hey) [Missy Elliott] Me and Clef on this track what you want Heard you wanna battle us both I hope you don't Hand me my mic, two woofers
yo this probably the hardest verse that I ever recite I'm in the studio with a gun in my neck it's all right Surrounded by gangsters, I don't know how
old, my Spanish rose You see things you never should have seen (Let me do the guitar solo right here) (I want all you kids to stand right now, come on let me
's not about the money, money, money We don't need your money, money, money We just wanna make the world dance, Forget about the Price Tag Ain't about
t forget it So now I guess this is were we have to stand did you regret ever holding my hand never again please don't forget don't forget We had it
Saturday rolled around We'd always stop by Willies house and say "Do you'll need anything from town?" He'd say, "No, but why don't you'll Stop on your
Chorus: Don't you stop it, don't you stop what you're doing You don't really wanna stop Eh eh Don't you stop it, don't you stop what you're doing
work Show me your soul! c'mon now! Show me your soul! c'mon now! Show me your soul! c'mon now! Lenny Kravitz, Pharrell, they call me Diddy! We wanna see
it Hot damn Let me put my funk on the guitar one time Those flashing lights come from everywhere The way they hit her I just stop and stare She's got me
(Whoa, whoa) Cause you can't Cause you can't Cause you can't Cause you can't stop (Whoa, whoa) Can you hear me Do you feel it If you're with me
Don't strain your brain, paint a train You'll be singin' in the rain I said, "Don't stop, do punk rock" Well now you see what you wanna be Just have
't get no harder Give it to me, Godfather Can't get any harder Than what I got, 'cause what I got is sho' nuff hard to stop Can't get any harder 'Cause
once and for all; Clear my wheels, I don't care who fall - fall: (Too much mix-up - mix-up!) --- /Guitar solo/ --- Hey! Mr. Music, why don't you wanna play? Don't
been playin' As long as my mother, as long as my momma she been prayin' She bought me a guitar, she bought me a guitar at eleven She ain't want me be
out of me A criminal out of me But those guys who are down on me winnin' Lord knows, they take the game so seriously But what hurts me more, burts me
nigga run up and try to jack mine, first nigga fuck up to get flat lined Pack still stainless Coupe and Verts brainless Y'all don't wanna fuck wit me
I bang that shit I fucked her line and popped Cristal on her lip Can't stop, won't stop getting my bread Packed arenas and coliseums, now watch me shred