a smack (Ayy) She hit the flo (She hit the flo) Next thing you know Shawty got low low low low low low low low [Verse 1:] I ain't never seen nuthin
em off G.P. Mom I'm sorry I cant let you berry Don't worry just comecary And some letters plus some phone time momma What's the golden rule don't turn
care They don't know about the nights I just lay in my bed I cant even sleep I just lay in my bed Eyes full of tears and a heart full of pain Take deep
But don't let 'em say you ain't beautiful OoOo They can all get fu-cked. Just stay true to you sOoOoo Don't let 'em say you ain't beautiful OoOo
this joint, no exception, so just point a direction, and record the pig's oink- When I rip his intestines This isn't just an infection; this won't go
away with that? He tried to play you, you can't let him skate with that Man I hate this crap, this ain't rap, This is crazy the way we act When we confuse
a green hat with a orange bill But I don't get pissed, y'all don't even see through the mist How the fuck can I be white, I don't even exist I get a clean
, but it's inhumane For me to see you be influenced but pretend you ain't But they don't understand that I've been through pain If you get to know me
So say your prayers, your Hail Mary's and Jesuses Take two sticks, tape 'em together and make a crucifix Try to stop it but you cain't do it (ha ha
to shout and receive KEEP IT MOVIN' ALONG People in the party, are you really feelin? We ain't seein eye-to-eye so you ain't really seein (SEE!) I be
behind the mic Not me though [Chorus] "Nigga's a threat, too real to be an actor" - [8X] [Verse 1 - Lil' Flip] This ain't a movie, this more like a
's dynomite So we can do this or you can do what you like I grab the mic and make it mine i grab the mic and make it hype So we can do this, or you can
like the rest My style is UFO Totally unknown You can't fuck with my new Zef flow I'm hard to miss "You can't do this, you can't do that" Yo, fuckin'
I don't think you'll be jumping around anymore. Yo, this can't happen to me I just can't believe it Trapped in a wheelchair A parapalegic There ain't
that I’m blessin, ain’t no second guessin. Kid, heed the lesson. subtraction, addition. Reward for submission. Ain’t no debate. I won’t stop till I’m
Cook Niggaz say, that he ain't, but ain't I good? Got the whole fuckin industry shook; matter fact the streets Cause all the killers come home clappin for me Ain't
luck, twenty percent skill Fifteen percent concentrated power of will Five percent pleasure, fifty percent pain And a hundred percent reason to remember the name! [ Mike Shinoda ] Mike! - He doesn't
everyday, baby We ride with gangsta's and the pimpins' easy We're six Caucasians, hell raisin' Blazin', making zero pay Can't wait to drink to stop the pain