Pretty Girls Notice (notice) Pullin Up In Dem Rover's (rova's) Tell em haters that it's over (Over) Tell em haters that it's over (Over) C'mon Oh [2]
n****s scuffin, but the bad thing was the boy that started the beef, with grime gun to his marg, 4 missing teeth [Chorus:] We're in it from morning
it's like you owe me somethin Listen up, I got a story to tell It's like I fell out of heaven just to walk through hell It's what, fueled my fire, ignited
I knew it She was all over me Talking bout “Hey boy what you gon do?” I don’t, I don't Deny that she ain’t gon be mine Cause she’s an angel Good rich
lift up her mattress Which is it bitch, Mrs. Briggs or Ms. Mathers? It doesn't matter your [attorney Fred Gibson's a] faggot! Talkin about I fabricated my past He's
's ink it It's Richie Rich for those who thought re-think it Some yell it and tell it I blow it and smoke it and smell it Let's spend tokens wit my people
and go surf John mcenroe get the kids all wacky Jamal anderson look now he’s from back in The day now he runnin’ over niggaz for the fightin’ Instead of lookin’ over
you goin. where you think you goin. Ladies and gentlemen, it’s the unit for the 9-8. Flipmode squad baby. that’s my word. All you sucker mc’s, try to
a little something like this Flipmode, Bad Boy Check this out Tell me how it feels, is it hot is not Does it drop cash like a slot Does it stay
next one drop it's over (over), point out somebody doper I bet that supersoaker flip that joker like it's poker [gunshot] Your boy ain't half of me,
comin’ back like Mase, Big body Benz plenty space, Hundred dollar big face Watch her lick our waist, when we clubbin’ Get it girls got it locked Get it boys in the spot Take it
life Simple We can be up on the hill livin’ Simple And baby we can just live life Simple Yeah oh yeah Yes it goes it goes on by Just another day It’s
to get your motherfucking ghetto pass revoked, Motherfucker Punk-ass mark, bitch-made Punk-ass trick in a basket You got caught up in the mix... It’s
Hamptons too baby! [Jay-Z] You know why they call The Projects a project, because it's a project! An experiment, where in it, only it's objects And
the sunrays I drop a car note in the mall on the first day I gotta get it even if its in the worst way That cake like it's it's my birthday New Orleans
block the sunrays I drop a car note in the mall on the first day I gotta get it even if its in the worst way That cake like it's it's my birthday New
the paper? Gotta get it, gotta have it once I got it, I'ma spend it He's back from doin any damn thing just to get it The re-ups be like birthday party
Yea) Blowin' out the pound In a brand new truck Where ya at wit' it? Let's go and get it If you a real d-boy Money over bitches [Intro over the hook
