ya hooked up to mo' wires then a back of a computa BITCH! [Cyssero: talkin'] Ya Boy! (Yeah) it's my turn now mayne This was tha mothafucka virus (Aye Ya Boy
bye-bye you die I make all rules in the game I break all rims to blame I swang benz with that thang Ready to let my nuts hang Nigga duck or ya' stuck
more kites than Benjamin Franklin 20 years old but ya still a veteran Won't touch down til we're livin like the Jetsons Proud of ya self, because ya
lines We were in the same position and that's when you change position, shit I never change and I miss ya, and its strange but I never forget ya Throw
strong I know it's hard but don't give up baby hold on Just keep ya fate, count blessings, and wodie keep ya trust And grab ya nuts and let 'em know that
ain't fuckin with you [Fabolous] Your goddamn right I'm feeling myself A chauffeur no sir, I'm wheeling myself Looking for a chick chilling for self
stereo, perform miracles at ya burial One shot from a crust roll is enough to scare ya sterile Mars apply, blank at ya eyes in the skies While I'm on
like to make a call, please hang up and try again" "If you need help, hang up and then dial your operator" "If you'd like to make a call, please hang
link with the wealthiest And only cop jewels if it drop celcius Now, you can run but you can never hide But, where you go when the temperature rise It's Bad Boy see death in ya
seconds later, I heard a familiar voice And you know what it said? I'll tell ya what it said! It said, "If you'd like to make a call, Please hang
nigga, they drop ya. Grab my pump, pump, cock the glock, shot ya. By tha gang wee let offs go bullet ranges. For tha same we comin' 2 serve ya.(Chorus
) We playin' catch a boy, freak a boy, switchin' up the rules (do it a) A summertime splash party get you in the pool (let's do it again) Ladies if ya
[Common] Yeah baby boy In the place (for you and yours) to be Da uh da uh, we got the uh ya'll We bout to rock ya'll, we got the uh baby... Yo yo yo check
the lines Cause life ain't long, for a young black man Tryin to make money doing all he can Sellin dope don't ya hope he would go to classb But the boy
Muthafucka It's round two I got my lunch and my dinner, fool You think we gon bow down to some punk ass niggaz We from the evil side, boy Chorus: B-Real
Muthafucka It's round two I got my nuts and my denim, fool You think we gonan bow down to some punk ass niggaz We from the evil side, boy Chorus: B-Real
