to get at us And I don't give a fuck, about reputation and status My reason here is to neutralize the static, so look in my eyes [Hook] [Mr. 3-2:]
(feat. Quest) [Mr. 3-2:] I sweep the block heat the block, with big lead When the war die down, boys come home with missing legs Amputated sho' hate
'cheerleading goin' on, so DROP THAT SHIT!! [Chorus 2x:] Come and be my private dancer! I got some money if that's the answer![3x] [Verse 1: Brother
no actress Lay on the mattress and let a nigga splak it The bitch is full of DRAMA!! Hoochie hoodrat is a hoe like her momma! [Chorus 2x: Mr. Mixx]
crew but we remain true motherfuckers Still ballin, niggaz wonder why You can bring your crew but we remain true motherfuckers Still ballin [Verse 3: 2
this money And since I'm always stressin, I keep a smith-n-wessen I looked em in the face before I put 2 in his chesta [Chorus x2: Fiend & DJ Paul] Ahh
: 1. Frog went a-courtin', and he did ride, Uh-huh, Frog went a-courtin', and he did ride, Uh-huh, Frog went a-courtin', and he did ride. With a sword
nine-five, bodies dropping When you hear my pistol select ah dome, Respect that True how's the underground shit, Mr. Bill Collector, Bone [Hook] [Verse 3
: [Hook:] Mo murda mo murda Come come again [Repeat 8x] [Verse 1: Krayzie Bone] Dear Mr.Ouija, Let 'em know who the boss is So nigga you wanna get
pay your taxes And you keep it real, while them others stay plastic You're my Wonder Woman, call me Mr. Fantastic Stop- now think about it [Bridge 2:
Chris Brown] Holla at me boo, Holla at me beh [x3] I'm turn't up, I'm super turn't up [x2] [repeat] [Verse 2 - Chris Brown] A nigga beat, beat And shawty
feel my face... so [Chorus: x2] Holla @ Me Boo, Holla @ Me Baby, [x3] I'm Turnt Up, I'm Super Turnt Up Hey [x3]
our leather steeds we ride We?ve come to take your life All through the dead of night, with the four horsemen, ride Or choose your fate and die [Verse 3
even rang the doorbell to his apartment [doorbell rings] [beat stops] Shut up dog, I know who it is, shit [new beat starts] [Verse 2: Jay Bizzy (
Seem like me and young gyal ya just can't combine So it's sour like lime Running it down the line Mr. Muffin one timr [Chorus] [Verse 3] She call mi
suckin' laws right behind and they look and they stare But I got on my seat belt so I don't care "How the fuck you doin' today Mr. Officer? If I had the
