: (Berry/Buck/Mills/Stipe) Baby, I don't want to be seen with you Baby, I got better things to do Baby, I don't wanna hang around with you Baby, I
(Berry/Buck/Mills/Stipe) Baby, I don't want to be seen with you Baby, I got better things to do Baby, I don't wanna hang around with you Baby, I got
E-R...C-I-T-Y Nigga, till the day I die I'm from the hood, I'm down to earth When I'm in the streets I be out there head first I'm on the creep, with
time motherfucker try to stop it gon' see nine nines (??) that's all I see when I open up Baby girl, fuckin you now before I blow up You know what? I
tha way If this rappin' bring me money then i'm rappin' till i'm paid i'm getten green like i'm supposed to Nigga, I holla at these ho's and see
ya? [Chorus] [Outro:] Yeah! I'm back baby, I'm back! New shit! The drought over! New product! Yeah! Man I can't fit in with these niggaz, man! I mean
it, look now, I did it I topped "In Da Club," I'm still sippin the bubb' The drama I'm widdit, I get biz, you get it I breezed on that shiddit, I split
their life so don't know who I know Writin rhymes is the best way I express how I feel If I ain't rich by twenty-six, I'll be dead or in jail Comin up
get worse, damn I'm a jerk 1 - [Next] I'm all alone and I'm trippin' my girl I keep on missin Got me fiendin' for the kitten I call but she don't listen
beats I'm untamed, I need a leash I'm insane, I need a shrink I love brain, I need a leech Why complain on easy streets? I don't even talk, I let the
I walk it, the way I talk it They can't be ready My hat bent smoke scent blueberry scent Either I'ma B.R.O. or your mind just moving too slow Gipp.. Flip
Louder) Pump it (Louder) Pump it (Louder) Pump it (Louder) Turn up the radio Blast your stereo Right. (Will:) Niggas wanna hate on us Niggas be envious I know why they hatin' on us Cause not so Fabolous I'm
niggas that died I'm gonna safe divide, mind gone And I think I'm running out of time The god damn baby's daddy And I'm gonna damned to hell, if I don
did I see (what did I see) Coming forth to carry me home (coming forth to carry me home) (What did I see,what did I see) Coming forth to carry me home
in some robberies and walkbys and you don't want that; neither do I But I will, I will - cause I'm a hustler, hustler High 'til I die, I'm gon' get mine
