of Windex, a pen and pad could bring I say think before you speak, and think before anything you do Or the next rhyme I write might be about you, son
What To Do Can You Help Me? (Uh) She Gotta Be Special (Yea; You Gotta Hold Me Down Baby) By That I Mean That You Gon Hold Me Down (Uh) You Gotta Be Special
corner, you're nobody Till somebody kills you but I don't wanna die I don't wanna die, hey, I don't wanna die Can you hear me? I don't wanna die I don
What ya'll niggaz wanna do right now? [Flip Mode] We wanna do it again, we wanna do it again [Busta] I..say...what my Flip Mode unit wanna do now? [Flip
25 ta life You got me thug innocent, look I ain't do this s@#$ You don't wanna hear my side, but you believe in that b@#$% You're makin' my nerves bad
Man (Busta Rhymes)] Make you rob somebody (what?) grab somebody (what?) Stomp somebody (what?) slap somebody (what?) Make you wanna step to the bar and sip Bacardi (what
do it with your stank ass (Just come on) Make you rob somebody (What?) Grab somebody (What?) Stomp somebody (What?) Slap somebody (What?) Make you wanna step to the bar and sip Bacardi (What
watch what you say When you talkin' to me Nigga watch what you say When you talkin' to c [hook 1x] [dj paul] Put a mask on, gone in man do the shit [
what a dream But whata nigga think, aint shit changed but the color of the leaves Still gotta go hard, like my dick in ur broad If you hate that, you
(Wyclef) Juvenile You got me fucked up I'm innocent look I ain't do this shit you don't want to hear my side but you believin' that bitch You makin
Wyclef You got me fucked up I'm innocent Look I ain't do this shit you don't want to hear my side But you believin' that bitch You makin' my nerves bad
one so when I get done I want you to cut your fuckin ears off, Twitpic 'em! Lord, I want you to leave this vicinity you gon be around here bout long
Searching I Don't What To Do Can You Help Me? (Uh) She Gotta Be Special (Yea; You Gotta Hold Me Down Baby) By That I Mean That You Gon Hold Me Down (
the Lord'" I don't do this for the money, yo, I do it for fun You may hang around some gangstas, but you ain't one And you won't be slappin' me with
wanna die I don't wanna die Thinkin' about what my eyes witnessed Thinkin' about what my kids gon' see when they get grown and independent What you
You gets no love! Who would talk you off of a ledge? Because it looks and sounds like what you're spitting is hard Special effects make you tougher like
inside (Wyclef) {Juvenile} You got me fucked up I'm innocent look I ain't do this shit you don't want to hear my side but you believin' that bitch You
do it with your stank ass (just come on) [Chorus: Method Man (Busta Rhymes)] Make you rob somebody (what?) grab somebody (what?) Stomp somebody (what?) slap somebody (what?) Make you wanna