goodbye And I don't want to be the one But I could try Things got better when you left I hang my hat upon it People say I'm somewhere else What's so
high school dance, Fuzz tone, hear 'em go, hear 'em on the radio Misfits, Twilight zone S-K-I-T-Z-O-S, S-K-I-T-Z-O-S SKITZOS! Bad boy rock, bad boy
faut s'aimer encore plus fort D'un amour toutes voiles dehors D'un amour qui defie le temps Il faut s'aimer encore plus grand Il faut s'aimer, il faut
raus Siehst du noch so mude und so fertig aus Geht?s dir schon besser Geht?s dir schon besser Hat das leben dich zuruck Geht?s dir besser Geht?s dir
click I done told you I ain't, I ain't..... [Chorus - Webbie] I ain't no bitch(I ain't no bitch) I can't let no nigga punk me I'm a gangsta, I'm a donkey
playa I'ma discharge all fifty out the clip playa That's how I roll dawg, better get ready That's how I roll dawg, ya better... [Chorus: repeat 2X]
And ridin on 22's, just like that Hoppin out 6 double O's, just like that Of them bubble-eye H-2-0's, just like that I know bustaz gotta respect it, just
hundred-round drummins Better get to runnin' - I'm killin' by the dozen Bitch, you're up - you get eternal bleedin' from the stomach I'm buckin', I'm bustin', I
morge with a tag on yo toe Believe this fuck with me I aint gone let it go I'm a preach this up until the moment i'm on momo I follow my first rhyme cuz
the T-O-P I'm H-O-T, bitches say I'm a D-O-G I'm on surveilance all day be the S-P-D's In my heart I feel, fuck the police Cause in they hear they feel
nigger it's flip or get flopped Let it drip or get dropped I represent uptown I 50 round on clowns I turn smiles into frowns I from the place of places I
on the wall I ain't even gotta do it I got goons on call I'm a beast I'm a dawg you a bitch you a fraud I'm a ride I'm a G you a snitch you a fraud If
s comin back, but what's Daddy-O gon' come with in 1993? He better come right I don't know! (Yeah, here we go) [Daddy-O] 1993, and we say.. I'd like
It's the Brooklyn sway And as I let the music play I wouldn't have it any other way And if it sounds like somethin you heard before it's all the more
s, everything's alright Leave out of Mike's about nine Headed Uptown to the studio - everything's fine Reached the studio about ten Bumped into a good friend - that's what I
s why I'm poppin shit I don't forgive I don't forget, what you said, where you flip When you get hit, I hope that's it, pop-pop, all on your whip I-I,
I keep saying I don't love these hoes I keep saying I don't love these hoes (Man I don't love em man) I keep saying I don't love these hoes I keep saying
I'm a oops baby And if I'm wearin my chain it's 380 Like Fat Joe, nigga you crazy? Man fuck friends, this T-dot-O-dot-S Have it how you want, speed knot