We Sound That Bad Na U Just A Little Bit Mad So What U Sayin U Wanna Make A Track Lets Make Movements We Can Be a nusance To The Scene We Can Sell Handheld
You say you got alotta whips, well I got a Lot I got the right to be cocky Get so much cut disc jockeys jock me You niggas mad that you not me I
Ay Look I'm already fienin' so just let me slide thru Tell your homegirl relax and let me get inside you Because that booty mad thick behind your
Upon the scene and seen that the world was hers She twirls and turns and flirts in skirts so bad it hurts It irked me and made me mad at first I lashed
okay [screwed] Okay okay okay [Chorus:] When they talk about me they say I be trippin (yeah) What they say about me doesn't make me mad (naw, naw) I
, def jam website violate the club niggas Screaming what, what niggas, y’all a bunch of but niggas Always want figures but never play the cut niggas Talk mad
King James version Turn on the mic but your shit will stop workin Beats brudlized your whole rhyme, your head hurtin Broom sticks and britches from rags to riches Forget mad
Verse One: Jamal Taking you to the other terrain, we mash strictly for the cream Here to kill your whole scene and your motherfuckin team Little '
don't do nothing, but bring you trouble But for some reason I keep chasing you, I must be in love [Chamillionaire] You so bad that we getting mad,
Knock, knock, who's there? "I'm back" Who cares? Me not speaking no English Girl you know I'm a true player! [Chorus] [Verse 2] H-N-I-C of the Houston scene
"Welcome to the New York Port Authority. Exits are in the back, on the left and right." You know me, I'm a upscale character Haters, we ain't mad at
always on the scene, cats ask her why she always looking mean. Behind closed doors its a different thing, she get it from her momma i aint mad not me,
clothes White t, crispy nikes wit some red and blue girbauds Hustle a piece of game and dont be mad cuz she chose Ching a ling, stay on tha scene Ring
a Sunday school teacher You ain't no shady lady But I love the way you strut your stuff You're a snow queen looking mean Tryin' to make it on the scene
the house, bad news 40 Kal's in the house, bad news I got a knife in the house, bad news whenever 50 around it's bad news [Lloyd Banks] Niggaz mad cause
be that person when my verse comes out of the kid's lips. That shits as worse as it gets. This verse is over, I quit. Signed Charlie Scene on your
and Charlie Scene:] Let go [Producer:] I'll bring you closer [Producer and Charlie Scene:] Right now [Charlie Scene:] I'll hold on tightly [Producer and Charlie Scene
Jeffree fuckin' Star and this is a big FUCK YOU to all you jealous bitches, that get mad that I'm fucking your boyfriends.. An don't get mad that they