The needle on my record player has been wearing thin This record has been playing since the day you've been with him No more long rides home No more
you miss it To be specific I go ballistic as hieroglyphic My music is a drug, press play, you ain't gotta sniff it Chew it or pop it, roll a bag or chop
upon a time not long ago There was a little rapper about to blow But his album came and it was not good I think it went lead or double copper wood So
but you must be a Sis Better bother Rapper Rick, or go call K.J. Better call Masa or pick up May Bay Go and call Tyson or go call Ray J Call Hurricane
' my flow Hos! Ska! Wild, outta control Ninja skop befokte rof taal Rough rhymes, tough times Met fokkol kos, skraal Till I hit triple seven at the ATM Straight famine or
she said went in one ear and out the other Word to mother, look at it from a thug point of view When the kids need clothes, what a thug gon do? Hit the
Yo what's up this is Queen Latifah in the house Definetely representin Jersey on the love love Coolin' in the county; shoot (???) But damn I miss home
to ask you, what is more important to you guys? All the money that you guys are talkin' about? Or the artform? Or, what is more important? The Lyrics? Or
make sure that you adore them I miss mine, cause I'm always out here touring Or with the strippers at the Hilton up on Cortland One from Utah, the other
chit-chatter You may say, I have a ego, or just merry free But none of that tough talk, I take seriously It goes in one ear and right out the other Heard
mob ain't nothin but hardened crooks You try to diss, your butt is on a meat hook Want some of me? You're on a mission Bad move, you end up missin [
bitch I need, ha, ya heard? New shit yo, you know you tell me when you want some half of Miss Shorty, right? You want the bitch to give you some brains or
lot of beautiful things for each other You know what I'm saying? We gonna get me a new car We gonna get me some better jewelry We gonna help each other
Fuck dat, I got 27 years of this, Hit or miss, I hit your misses, You are local news, I'm 60 Minutes, I, I hit the target, I hit the witness, I work out
the other guy that got ya mother high Coke like a ca-ter-pillar I make butter-flyyyyy [Chorus] Yeah, mami you miss me don't you? Haters wish you could hit
Spalding, shootin dice like POOL Plus in up in the club, for free cause I got HOOKED I never buy drinks, for bitches Unless this bitch my misses Or this
hit me Commend me no not really, and shawty don?t be silly We ain?t trippin of the history this a one nighta And the bitches you fight em, heres some liquor or
down some And what's this shit about us Meant to be together? That type of shit'll make me not want us To meet each other I really think you and your girlfriend Need each other Or
