it or love it I show her that I'm not the O, the N-E, say I'm a ruthless N-I double-G A Cause I'm gamin on a female that's gamin on me You know I spell
love it I show her that I'm not the O, the N-E, say I'm a ruthless N-I double-G A Cause I'm gamin on a female that's gamin on me You know I spell girl
a smile Bag a hottie or two, cause butter shotties for you I got more bodies then Drew, I drink Mynotti on New, fuck your crew This type of shit I do
E.D.I.] You'se a B-writer a 'Pac style taker I'll tell you to face, you ain't nothin' but a faker Softer than Alize with a chaser 'bout to get murdered
to give Thats common sense And I ain't been common since I slipped up and made these same promises Problem is: I can't keep them And we ain't even And
Tik-it! [Verse 1:] [Dr. Dre:] I'm Dre from - back in the day from N.W.A from - back in the grave from Chokin' a bitch to - smacking her face from Stacking
don't want her don't waste her time [x1] [BM] If you don't want her don't waste her time [x1] I'll take her, I'll take her, I'll take her [BM] Said if
with Fabolous I bet that she would be A-R-G-U-I-N-G and please I'm not actin like this cause I'm getting spins on W-K-R-P in Cincinnati You think I'd
than smoke again KEEP EM HIGH [Verse 1: Kanye West] N-n-n-now, my flow Is in the pocket like Wallace, I got the bounce like hydrolics I can't call it, I
A-a-and you be givin me my space a-a-and You don't be runnin on +myspace+ a-a-and You know some other shit I hate w-w-what W-w-when they violate b-but
you a rapper, a NBA player Man, at least a dude wit' a car So first of all we gon' work on the stomach Nobody wants a little tight ass! [Verse 1] 1 and
N) [Intro: Killah Priest] Up and down Didn't I say niggas gotta come ready for more? Father forgive us for we know not what we do Ain't nuttin here, ain
me [Chorus] - w/ ad libs [Verse 2 - Nelly] She still talkin loud, but she ain't sayin nothin Why you ain't movin ma, DJ ain't playin nothin You tell
said I was crazy, when I stop slangin the crack Took err'thang I had, and I put it in rap If I ain't a Lunatic, then what do ya call that If my pockets
gravy cause the navy ain't the place for me Uncle Sam don't give a damn, bout playas in the city street Must I stack some paper?, Yes I must to make it
wasn't there when he was fightin for his life That shit ain't right It was me, best believe When I see your ass I'm takin flight Now a nigga turned back
