since I see you in his arms (I want you back) Yes I do now (I want you back) Ooh ooh baby (I want you back) Ya ya ya ya (I want you back) Na na na na
What the fuck you take me for? a joke? you smokin crack? Before I do that, I beg Mariah to take me back I get up 'for i get down, run myself in the ground
you know you did (Girl) And everything I'm gonna give (I want you, girl) And there ain't nothing we could find Someone like you to call mine [Michael Jackson] In time I
you want Singing Voice: I want the kind that make me look like I can rhyme Saafir: It'll cost you Singing Voice: But I can find the skrilla,
She ain't want me be usin mac 11's When I sing, so when I said daddy was gone 'til November I knew, I knew that he wouldn't be back in November Cause
girls look like Halle Berry to me So excuse me miss, I forgot your name Thank you, God bless you, good night, I came I came, I came It's been a week
] You're a shinin' star You're a superstar Ooohhh.. Large star But you gonna be large You're a shinin' star You're a superstar Ooohhh.. Large star You
boo boo Back them two boobs, you on the tape with seven dudes Your temperature's more beyond to sleep with Michael Jackson You want interviews, in locker
done already blew sumpthin' I still want the green, cornbread and the cabbage No Limit savage, one known as the baddest When I was bustin' out expeditions you
I'm over you. {Part 1:} I-I-I'm leaving baby Don't want to work it out Everything that you want and what I've got to get So I'm getting out of this town
that mic you're on While you were getting off I still had my rock on Things went from bad to worse for you like Michael Jackson I'll push you eight
of face you want Singing Voice: I want the kind that make me look like I can rhyme Saafir: It'll cost you Singing Voice: But I can find the skrilla
Rae] Hey baby whats up with you Aiiyo your man here with you? Nah, you single, i can tell(you came with them hoes didnt you) No you need friends girl,
block, the young kid makin' it happen Who you think got them fiends runnin' back like Bo Jackson? I'm a gangsta, what else could I say? I'm ahead of
album ain't get you PLAQUES What nigga you need a gun? I'll get you that P-89 nigga let Dre stitch you back HE AIN'T A Industry niggaz I'll admit to
Michael: OK, I'll tell you what... Marlon: What, what, what? Michael: I'll do the old stuff for you, okay. I'll do it for you. Wait, wait, wait, wait
