view, I don?t know what to do, I?ve got a crush on you. I miss that shiny face with the twinkling eyes, And the cute little smile that gets me hypnotised
your egos in jeapordy Threats to the right, amigos to the left of me Part of me's hellish, part of me's heavenly (Whitey, Whitey, Whitey...) Boy, that's
Hey hey hey) There's a memory inside my head It feels like a part of me is dead I should save you But I want to watch you drown There's nothing you
homeboy Ken Gee put me up the track Told me E's rollin' Villain - BJ's got the sack Bruce is a giant - Nat C's clockin' Dough Be bop's a pimp. My old
Midnight chillin' at A.M-P.M Coolin', drinkin' apple juice in Evil's BM The sound's up loud to attract attention Armored tires on a lowered suspension
you sound [Chorus] [Kandi (Jermaine Dupri)] are you gonna fuck me? (you think i'm not?) come on baby (i'm comin) lets fuck (i love it when you talk like that
you sound [Chorus] [Kandi] (Jermaine Dupri) are you gonna fuck me? (you think i'm not?) come on baby (i'm comin) lets fuck (i love it when you talk like that
, hey) There's a memory inside my head It feels like a part of me is dead I should save you but I want to watch you drown There's nothing you could
I gotta dress up and knock on your door like I'm the postal Your ass is grass and that's that Better strap up your vest and that's that Come through wit
But what's a pimp? I say, but what's a pimp? They wanna be like this I know it looks real fly up in here But what's a pimp? I say, but what's a pimp
glock ready to ring, bring the trauma to the scene It's the Ghetto Heisman and the Drama King It's about that time nine-milli clappin' Dude, what's
live to regret what I said When you're me, people just wanna see, if it's true, if it's you What you say In your raps, what you do So they feel, as part
born to kill your self esteem Born from part devil, part cracker from Queens Knowledge that we drop, you don't even build with That's like me winnin
The Grass'? When the facts have asserted themselves And the memories pass into poetry and words that we tell What only then can we be sure that we felt
because you amateur Styles gunning down your sound man and manager What this how we do it in the year for nine-six With this delivering attack on pointless rap shit Breakin' M C's
what do that safe hold Middle finger them FEDS And that's what I pledge a part of my G-code And fuck them prosecutors, hustler conisuer It's We the Best
I'm rather unavoidable Plus that means attainable, all my niggaz that's got cable Rope chains, gold chains, the victory explainable MC's in my path I will steadily pounce Heavy D's
