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Look at you all big with your remarks, and I swing an icepick at your heart At least that's what it feels like when I pick you apart And dig at you and
I'm your motherfuckin conscience [Eminem] That's nonsense! Go in and gaffle the money and run to one of your aunt's cribs And borrow a damn dress, and
D, Public Enemy, number one "Five-O" said, "Freeze!" and I got numb Can I tell 'em that I really never had a gun But it's the wax that the terminator
the radio Blast your stereo Right Niggas wanna hate on us (who) Niggas be envious (who) And I know why they hatin' on us (why) Cause that's so fabulous (what) I
while my song played and his came on and you did his dance You kept begging me for romance, I kept telling you that's enough You turned on my boy Juvenile
Just hit us up when you wanna hear it again Nappy boy! [Ciara:] I, I, I, I I'm the incredible, super-sexual Call me 'Cici', let's go and I know that
nation Program directors and dj’s ignored me Cause I simply said fuck top forty And top thirty top twenty and top ten Until you put more hip-hop in Then I
my pocket and i'm waiting for my rocket, ya'll see i'm a down home brother, redneck undercover with my guitar here i'm ready to play and i'm s
own beat And leting go, everybody here's got a so-o-o-oul [Nick:] It's Friday and there's nowhere to be We're kickin' it together it's so good to
Cause I can't wait no more 'Cause it's about a quarter-past three and shorty's eyein me I got the Bentley valeted And I'm just outside of Jersey, past
corridor Tropic treasure We're gonna ride and have some fun When all else fails We can whip the horse's eyes And make them sleep And cry
Talking] [Verse 1: DJ Paul] I comes from a city where they love to hate, especially on that Triple Six They see we really got Bentley's and Benz's and
Notorious B.I.G. spoken words by Puff Been around the world and I I I And we been playa hated [say what?] I don't know and I don't know why Why they
sensuous I'm on the mic so I think I better mention this I don't like Gucci, Fila, Louie or Fendi Those are fads and I ain't trendy But wheter your
hip-hop was just cuts and beats I seen Wildstyle dug the scene I wanna be an MC, rock, rock on, know what I mean? I started crashin' rap contests Shootin
in effect gettin big respect Then I collect big checks 1's, 5's, 10's and 20's A 100 g's and I'm pullin honeys Left and right, day and night You gotta
