a family and kids to raise and I plan on seein' 'em get grown Get straight to the root of the problem Get rid of the source that's what what, get rid
kill no kids I'ma turn they lights out Aah, tear it up, lemme see you tear it up All across the board we gonna tear it up We gonna bounce it till the
Do just like Ruth Buzzy Runnin' 'round town Like ya been to jail son But ya hit the swap meet To get your hair and your nail done Get off my sack '
get myself a home There was water in the basement, it looked like a swimming pool The man said, "Son that water'll help to keep your cottage cool" The Welcome Wagon
[thug] I told you this fuckin guy man Yo man, yo B, this is my fuckin block, get the fuck off [Keith] Shut the fuck up You never had a fuckin green card
the pigs so I don't get knocked off Or popped off and y'all thugs are soft It's like you're skirt get pulled up, clothes come off Red Dragons, can't
] It's Timbo King, astonishing, I'm dramatic to the ear Television tells lies to your vision so, beware of the trick-nology set off to fool the mind
backyard to yard I sell it whip on whip, it's off the hard I'm the neighborhood Pusha Call me sub woofer, 'cause I pump bass like that, Jack On or off
me for? a joke? you smokin crack? Before I do that, I beg Mariah to take me back I get up 'for i get down, run myself in the ground, 'for I put some
enjoy the ride Get used to all this unpredictability Sounds like life Man, I know it's tough but you gotta suck it up To hear you talk you're caught up
Tear it Up, Lemme see you Tear It Up All across the board we gon Tear It Up, We gon bounce it till the beat cut off, We gon rock dis muthafucka till the
got cotton in the bottom land It's up and growin' and I got a good stand My good wife and them kids of mine Gonna get new shoes come pickin' time (Get
Jesus Christ into lettin me dig 'em up So they could stand side by side again and live it up This might be the last time you hear me biggin 'em up
get, never gonna get it Never gonna get, never gonna get it Never gonna get, never gonna get it Never gonna get, never gonna get it Never gonna get,
out of Benz wagons, my family live in the Hill They call us Bin Ladins, laughing, turbaned up Niggas get murdered up, these streets is like radio beef
talk Jesus Christ into lettin me dig 'em up So they could stand side by side again and live it up This might be the last time you hear me biggin 'em up