I I try to find you but no one is there And where are we now when You can't seem to find out Why your mind is where it is Where is your mind now? And
s your birthday We gon' party like it's yo birthday We gon' sip Bacardi like it's your birthday And you know we don't give a fuck It's not your birthday
, go, go Go, go, go [Pre-Chorus: 50 Cent] Go shorty It's your birthday We gon' party like it's your birthday We gon' sip Bacardi like it's your birthday
I walk with a limp, pistol hangin off'a tha hip I'm awkward and quick enough an sick when sparkin a fith Your carcus is split even the beef is partially
more time ... for the last time ... caught a heat stroke ... man second hand contact is cancerous the trouble with guessin is doublin questions is all the answers did ask your
test Lyte? Are you stupid? You gotta be out of your fuckin mind! MC Lyte is THE DON! Come down, MC Lyte, seen Dirty bitch, you dirty, dirty bitch... (Roxanne Shante is
lit Don't bitch if you get your shit split Cuz you Limp like Bizkit Spit and focus, formats my motto In minutes and in precice, this is vintage Y'all
deserving faces The mind erases, forgets the stars See each and every city has corner bar That's where I am in a world so grim The lights are as bright as the day is
rug Love is love all day Till they throw slugs And take another life in cold blood Can't feel me til its your blood Murder rates tremendous Crime is
a ballbat Right where your head is at All your desperation causes separation Now I grab the mic to intimidate Your weakness screams from the limp on your
kid So whatch you wanna do And where you gonna run When you're staring down the cable Of my fuckin' mic Pointed at your grill like a gun Limp Bizkit is
single second i'm alive i'm alive I don't understand why i got your trunk full of candy And your so high bumping off the sweetness This is what you
s what life is. Pitiful you, your hideous behavior, Hate what God gave ya, fakin' all the flavor. Artificial minds, seekin' out the new trends. Get in where
: [Verse 1:] Say Is This Home Widely Received Wherever I Touchdown Call Me Young Touchdown Nothin' Deeper Then The Endzone I Had A Good Year Like