No, help It's the killin' floor, killin' floor Yeah, ah, killin' floor No, killin' floor Ah, killin' floor Body count muthafuckas
bye-bye [Chorus:] Who are you tryin' to judge me ? Get the fuck out my face Who put you so above me ? Clear the fuck out my space You say that I want
you would die, Hit my mom once more and it's bye-bye [Chorus:] Who are you tryin' to judge me ? Get the fuck out my face Who put you so above me ? Clear
sleep they had the passion in a city of hate watching too many squabble, though these lovers came you are the ones who took your children's lives so you
My feet energetic when we set it You wonder why, we put our frames (bodies) on Calisthenics So check out the theory, I'm lickin'(shooting) off misery Supply you
Moving every inch around me To defuse your private bomb I stretch myself surrounding And protecting you from harm I use a wallet for your mouth So when you bite you
just you and I (you and I) Hit you with some love tonight (Hit you with some love tonight) Hit you with some love tonight Mama just you and I (you and I) Hit you
done Source Magazine, you're the first one You try to dis Chuck, Cube and me How the fuck you pick us 3? You punk motherfuckers ain't shit, you're just
they loans on So I hooked up with my boy, who turns them phones on He told me 'bout this nigga who won't pay He also said he knew exactly where the muthafucka
care who you are I don?t care what you do There comes a time (uh huh) Everybody?s life (yup!) When? you just gotta tell a motha fucka Chorus: Yo, If you
peep you, sweep you off your feet in Cleveland I be the smoothest little nigga you can meet me But nigga you fuck with me then I'm a fuck with you Introduce
[Intro: Pharrell Williams] I said think about your future You can't do that tomorrow But you don't hear a word, you see that SLR [Lupe Fiasco] O' ye
Cause just around the corner beez the best player You're fearin my clout, if weed got you runnin your mouth You better blow that shhhiiitt out The Jigga's back, you brothers are
't judge you for knocking Because the spirit of the ghetto says "You Gotta!" They snatch you again from rock flippin' Give back into the neighborhood, you
's all about the terror squad, ghetto superstars Extra-large players like kareem abdul jabbar Word to god, pun, my crew won't give a fuck who you are
It dreams it is a human And falls into a trance A hole inside my body Is wired up to a charge Chemical imbalance Tells me who you are Insects hide the
' the Star All these MCs start realizin' That Ghost got that shit, that'll keep you vibin' The Wu is here to bring you Shaolin's finest But if your shields are weak, you
