cool to plain, from lame to flame Man down or not, man plans or plots Give a FUCK what you think, we ain't movin out this spot And I'm out If you scared
she's dead, she's dead [crowd chanting "Hip hop!" becomes beat] [Verse 3:] Everybody sound the same, commercialize the game Reminiscin' when it wasn't all business If
minute!" Uhh, if it ain't rough it ain't right If it ain't loose it's tight and if it ain't black it's white So c'mon, maintain your aggression and use
take me off this planet Weathermen pop out like a great white shark when it's snackin I break your ribcage, and ask you what the fuck's crackin this camp
squares, but ain't got no angle My shit's so tight you can get strangled It's Young Money ain't no such thing as plain clothes Polo jammers, Louis slippers
can't adapt, I want a free life I'm in the dark throw me a light Blaze ?em high, let's expand Rule the land, invest with a vest If you catch a slug to
s in motion coast to coast and Rub it on your skin like lotion What's the commotion, oh my lord Another corn chopped by the Wu-Tang sword Hey hey hey like Fat Albert It's the Method Man ain't no if ands about it It's
I get what you get in 10 years, in two days Ladies love me I'm on my cool J If you get what I get what would you say She wax it all off, Mr Miyagi
Don't forget Manhattan keep makin', Brooklyn keep takin' Shook ones keep shakin', no time for fakin' Know what I mean, I ain't choppin' no bars just risin
Whose fault? Let's play the blame game, I love you more Let's play the blame game for sure Let's call out names, names, I hate you more Let's call out
me if you don't understand me Had my heart broken by this woman named Tammy But ho's gon' be ho's so I couldn't blame Tammy Just talk to moms, told
, I like it Come DJ, that's my DJ I'm a Miami boy, you know how we play I ain't playing with ya, but I wanna play What you give me got me good, now watch
just won't let up Ah yeah, yeah, yeah That Rihanna reign just won't let up Ah yeah, yeah, yeah That Rihanna reign just won't let up So hard, so
'm not blind There's somethin leakin in your mind Don't look to good for you and me, always gettin' weak That ain't what I need, baby!!! [Ginuwine &
I. rockin the Sean John (let's go Big) Yeah right, this is what "Life's After's" like B.I. Frank White, your "Bad Boy For Life" No matter what the public
bitches is at? We got the real live shit Fuck y'all niggaz wanna do It's all fucked up now What I'ma do now, huh? What I'ma do now? It's all fucked
pancakes stackin 'em up In fact I'm slappin' 'em up, Cadillac an' the truck I can't lose with twenty-two bitch that's what's up Runnin' in the back
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