it, You don't need it, you don't need, You can't even show me who you are, Became what you wanted to be, Show me who you really are, That's what we
need it, You don't need it, you don't need, You can't even show me who you are, Became what you wanted to be, Show me who you really are, That's what
you baby Home with me tonight Uuu, i don`t know what to do I might be into you Hold on let me think Hey you seem to be ok, if you really wanna play Get
go go? You never never know You never never know You never know the right way Till you
how do you maintain You got to keep your mind on money (T H U G) Don't let the snakes ever short you for ya change Nigga, let 'em know how much you want
really sorry that I can't be there But work comes first, I'm sure you'll understand Things are really taking off for me Business is thriving and I'm showing
you I don't know who stabbed you, I don't know who shot you I don't know who cut you, I don't know who robbed you But you think I know 'cause you know
after workin' all day Tell you, "Head on over, over to my place" You're feelin' sexy 'cause you just got a raise And you want to celebrate but you don
we still the same way Go 'head, do that dance, and you can feel free To be you and just do you, everything's great Yeah tonight we gon' have a little
up Oh my god, Bob did you see that game? Bob? Bob, what are you doin' lookin' at the sky, Bob? Its a great fuckin' day, oh shit, Bob are you on drugs
Makin' you nervous, you could never compete with the colonel I burn you, I'm an immortal, and that's the reason I murder you Focus on my hocus pocus and
a breeder wont bore you, what happened to a time you wrote a ryhme and people adored you? and now you say one ting the breeder will scortch you, thats
' You, God Please don't let me be pigeon holed in no regular job Yo I hope you can hear me homey wherever you are Yo I'm tellin' you dawg, I'm bailin
way before The Horsemen stalk We headless motherfuckers and we lacerate Don't you know the shit could get real when you wind up smoked? [Killah Priest
you were a bad boy then you die West side outlawz when we ride, get me high They fucked up when the rob me Put another contract on Mobb Deep If you
turning, chronic keeps burning Street sermon, these niggas are determined As the world keeps turning, chronic keeps burning Street sermon, these niggas are
Won't you be my prom queen? (Another morning) Won't you be my prom queen? Everybody has a real good time Won't you be my prom queen? (It's time for my
with You know what? Y'all done fucked up Here go the shittalkin' You's a bitch ass hoe What you really know about killas for real though? Stainin' my freek show