huh? Ajik boyeojulke sandeomiya huh! [Gayoon] Ireonjeoreon maldeul da ijeobeoryeo (huh huh huh huh) Da gateun kkum jiweoberyeo (huh huh huh huh) [Jiyoon] Say humph! (huh
Francis, M to the iz-H phenominal (uh huh) Gun rest under your vest by the abdominal (yeah) Rhyme a few bars so I can buy a few cars (uh huh) And I kick
switching lanes Cause I?m all over you Uh-huh All over you Uh-huh All over you girl I?m not a sucker for love (no) X4 (cause I?m) If there
Ciara Uh-huh Ciara Uh-huh Catch me in the mall, you know I buy it out G5 plane, yeah, I fly it out Lud's in the back look like Lex in them 28's And,
Tattoo on her ankle Plus she?s makin? pesos Got a crib on Peace Street Peace Street? Right on 17th street Huh? And I call her ?TT? Wait a minute, hold
be I'm 'bout my fetti, my dollars, my loot, my grip, my green UPT 13 and CMB Is what I represent for life and I'm H O T nigga (4 minutes left) Dis bitch
emotion If I haven't ever said it, you got on my devotion When I fell hard you picked me up Maybe think about my life where I'm going a little tricky - Huh
to ride If it bangs Uh huh Then do your thang Uh huh And if it's hot Uh huh Then let it drop Uh huh And if it grooves Uh huh Then turn it up Turn it
how you feel I know you do, huh, my precious joy y'all Huh, uh, said I know how you feel, yeah said I know how you feel My precious joy Huh, man I know
Jag and big cream Eat grass! You don't get tired of sleepin' So I got to keep singin' [Jim Rampage] You can go now MC Q. [verse 4 - MC Quita] 1.. 2..
Icp has got the dogbeats Bow-wow-wow Yipy-yo Yipy-yeah Bow-wow-wow Yipy-yo Yipy-yeah (4x) Inner city posse got the dogbeats Icp we got the Dogbeats (4
yo Game man Let these niggaz know man f'real man We official man They wan' be readin our autobiographies in a minute, ya heard? [The Game (Raekwon) - Verse 4
Huh Yea baby girl, you know how it's going down 2003, Do or Die, J.P., Twista still [Verse 1] Well, when I heard a knock at the door Must of been the
em right in the chest His mammy gotta right 'em a check For the rose for the dead man Huh, you understand, nigga it's thug life again [Chorus: repeat 4
Killa, killa what we want uh I want ya'll to get the fuck off my dick For a minute ya know Dip set, Freaky, Jones, Santana, uh Harlem Yo, yo, ayo, I
Testing one, two, three, four Rapping 4-tay, Rag Top records, nineteen-ninety-six West up, let's do this Yeah 4, you done finally got that parole call
And fuckin with the Outlawz will get you killed tonight I guzzle my pipe and think about the shit I ain't never had (uh-huh) Just write my frustrations
