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this motherfucker (Benzino) That's how we do it, know what I mean (Benzino) Buck '89 what's up baby, I see you (Ja Rule) Break 'em down nigga! break '
Break ya Im A Real Chick Nt A B**** Young, Wiff A Dream im Tryna Geh Rich Chrous I Will Defeat You Shuld Neva Mention Me If It Cumz On Top N I Ring A Man
in sync Now tell your man n'sync: bye bye and tell him you're long n'sync: gone Ain't no needin' waitin' up, you done got you another home (woo) Nsync
[Intro] Uh, it's all for you, my melody boo This lovin' is all for you, break it down, how you feel about this [verse 1] Reminiscing to back in
It was about you bein a real man to me and yo kids, yo heard [Chorus: x2] I'm doin my thang, I'm movin on You won't appreciate a real bitch till
Time" "For real. E'rybody's a star, e'rybody shine ("Shine. Shine. Shine...") Follow your heart and not mankind. ("Kind. Kind. Kind...") For real, for real
Xzibit carry the weight Interlude: Xzibit, [J-Ro] [Yeah it's fucked up though man] [YouknowhatI'msayin'] Yo [The fuck you doin' in jail] Insane man, I don't know man
make you want mine Now nigga for real, got to pay them bills Money got you fucked up, lay em' down for his But homeboy still, you ain't even came up
And go tell the rest on what is real, what is flawed Where you been, and who you saw, nigga naw We won't fall for no broad, and all because see we gonna
workin for da feds And they last informant informed us they had it out for us For a bird but he got popped for it So ride or die for em (ride or die
are a couple 69ing It's like Rick James is shooting up your house, nigga... fuck your couch nigga! You screaming 'fuck the world' with your middle finger up
felonies, 6 years of prohibation I've went to jail for this woman, I've been to bat for this woman I've taken bats to peoples backs, bent over backwards for this woman Man
shady is for the children! (wait!) I look at my life in a new light -- fuck it Give me two mics; I write songs for me -- fuck what you like You're probably
That's when sun came up, there's only one way up hold ya head and stay up, to all my niggaz get ya pay and weight up [Kastro] If it's on then it's on
die [repeat 2X] [Khadafi] Back in the days we hustled for sneakers and beepers Nine-six for glocks cause fiends hittin up blocks with street sweepers
scene [Asher Roth] And I don't know how to feel When this Dream of mine used to be so real I would anything just to sign a deal But now I trade it all for
when I walked up to I jumped in my county And told my mayne Hutch "Oh yeah, that hoe" I stepped on the gas Let off the break I'm in the V-Town, playboy