some more for me? I'll never know, I'll never go back again Back again, back again, back again Back again, back again, back again Back again, back again
I'll never be the same again Please forgive me, and forget me 'Cause it's calling my name I'll never go back again, back again, back again, back again
thought they'd see a B.I.G. gone good But I swear to God my bitch Bad Boy And that's word to my nigga Bab boy I saw Puff I was finna speak Nigga
Backstreet and Ricky Martin with instincts to kill N'Sync, don't get me started These fuckin brats can't sing and Britney's garbage What's this bitch retarded? Gimme back
,takin a shit in a warm pool They threw me out the Ramada Inn I said it wasn't me, I got a twin (Oh my god its you! Not again!) It all started when my
that don't give a fuck ridin as my souljaz I just release 'em on a war path, not your average killer Westside, outlaw, bad boy killa Complete my mission
Impregnate her then shoot up the embryo sack with Mac 10s Triplets, quadruplets and a couple of back to back twins Dead fetuses fallin out all over, Jack is back again
down hook And I'll never ask again Will I wake up feeling half of you Has been striped or torn in two To kill a young man's point of view Is to kill
with flatlines Kill your whole entourage off with just one rhyme One rhyme... one rhyme... just one rhyme I don't give a fuck I kill em with just
'cept the only difference is all who go against Cham die A slow rap death and the album is comin' stand by Jason Chucky Freddy couldn't kill it its hard
that was worth less, than the cost of the slugs That I bought to kill them And that's because I thought I ought to kill them Little did I know, death
pleasin' So put that shit on hold Just keep your mouth shut and get me to the hotel And turn the radio up while I finish this L... Bell Boy: Welcome back
They killed JFK in '63 So what the fuck you think they'll do to me? But I'm the O.G. and I bust back, boom boom Bust back, boom boom, Peel a cap,
by the season So fuck ya'll who hating for no reason [Chorus:] Hey Mr. Carter (I am him) Tell me where have you been (Around the world now I'm back again
, put you until, it fit me to kill Heat, got it with me still Flip the game over, see me, we be, untouched Out like your motherfuckin' guns bust, BLAOW Sure shot, hit again
to make Streets is dark but still I illuminate nigga I could see the way Till I see the end to me and BIG meet again yeh [Mark Curry] Curry going hit again
grill Chorus: DJ Paul (2x) Crunchy Black: I can't take any more, I'm bout to explode I'm bout to overload, I'm bout to kill boy All I wanna know is
