the head And the little one said roll over, roll over We put three in the head And the little one said roll over, roll over I run amuk upon the sucker duck punks that I'm
for the team [Chorus One: Run-D.M.C. (repeat 2X)] We put three in the head and the little one said roll over, roll over "Do or die!" [D.M.C.] I run
they throw on some R-Kelly I start ballin' Makin' it rain for them ladies in the mini's But I'm not throwin' ones, fives, tens, or even twenties I'm
catch your speed, not Feel that, cos this type of vibe sounds done (Far from the...., to the doe-run-run-run to the doe-run-run) (YES!) Yes to the beat
like the blunt that I'm blazin Ku Klux Klan scared of my nutty beats cause them nutty beats equal bloody sheets out number you somethin like 15 to 3
way? Now I got a passenger I look at the miniskirt now I'm askin her Would you like to hit the fat bud or perhaps should I run your name through
go) [Nelly {J.D.}] We used to ditch school and head straight up to the mall (mall) Just so we could be the first ones with 'em on {c'mon} Returned to
If your girl keep comin around them I'm a blaze her I'm the Bad Boy flavor, light blue gators NOT GUILTY, and I'm filthy, c'mon (Chorus) [Black Rob
I'm on my way to the Dec to hit Jazzy Tee's, holla!!! [P. Diddy] Aiyyo I'm from New York man! I'm from New York! Representin N.Y.C. to the fullest Where
suicide,yeah (x3) C'mon yeah (x7) (verse three) Yo D.,what's up?,suckers is popping lip Grab the H-K and the dum-dum clip and spread out I'm putting
me? my momma gone you could spend the night ya heard me? i'm not playing i'm trying to fuck tonight ya heard me? clothes off face down ass up c'mon shorty
I'm from stick ups turn to shoot outs niggas you better run (Verse 3) Never thought niggas would tell {aint this a bitch} ass niggas scared of jail FED C
I'm cool like a A/C The nickel back sole in the park they paid me The PJ's get shot up they blame me Ya bitch wanna real nigga, she gon' page me I'm the
' in the mix where it ain't safe at I'm on some foolishness shit with these rugers and shit I'm on some run in your house, bitch, you move and get hit
where you get put to the test nigga Best be 'bout unloadin' a Tec, nigga You better protect your head, fuck the chest nigga I run with the killers guerrillas and the head
some Zest Psyche, we like the Bom, somebody betta ring the alarm And hit the folks at the forum Let my homies off the yard I shall see the head nigga
to plant Spit it like I'm gone spit it Niggas wanna get it, but they won't admit it I'm connected and committed All the way bided, while you bullshitted I'm
right there) I'm an expert at disposal You see, everyone goes on foes, I'm killing hoes too Nobody takes the witness stand Your ass is out, I'm cleaning
