's time to run I'll be home when I can Don't know when I'll be back again Well I'm still... Hanging out, Well maybe it's time to run I'll be home when
time to run I'll be home when I can Don't know when I'll be back again Well I'm still... Hanging out, Well maybe it's time to run I'll be home
all the time A nickle or a dime, a half or a pound Long as my bitch ridin', I'll put a nigga down Im a playa from the jump, a hustler from the start Something
the right to remain violent and start wilin' Start a fight with the same guy that was smart eyin' you Get in your car, start it, and start drivin' Over
niggas, that bring death to my enemies! [police sirens] [Verse 1:] Nigga front on me, the goons and goblins come out Wishmaster hundred shot drums'll run
m a hard man at work. Lyrical expert. Look out before you get hurt. Bury the dirt. line for line. Ramp I be the mastermind. That’s be full time watch
[swizz beatz] Let’s get it started, get it started Let’s keep it started, keep it started Yeah, yeah, violater the album Go, go, go!! [l boogie] This
Request line is open send all your faxes Freaks the flows with no rehersan Pull the skate back which when the beat start reversin Just so wak you make people start
Bus a Bus, (UHH) rockin to the beat (Yeah yeah yeah, yeah yi-yeah yea) Floss time, Busta Rhymes shine on every primetime Mastermind gettin this paper now cross the fine line
'm cockin back and squeezin Look at the fans talkin bout who spit better lines I don't know what they doin but Prepare for mines I don't just spit a line
know what? Quick to take the next man shyne Quick to make him start bitchin' make the next man whine Fuckin babies!! Go ahead and lay down, it's nap-time
every time your grimy ass was on the train Watch your mouth don't ever step out of line LL Cool J nigga, greatest of all time
I'm not your weekend love, your secret fuck, brother I'm not playing And if I wanted to be part time, I'd be working at the check-out line At the liquor
so she said Never beggin for crumbs If never found out your slippin Then never might be a gun Never think suicide Never steal Never lie Never run
deny it Blow em' past me the iron Let me bite them with the bulldog made by design Niggas gon' give me mines or get in line for the torture I swear run
I am the fake behind the door The little worm that you ignore That brittle rage the bitter rubble Take your time and bring the trouble And on this little
to stay Even though you run your fuckin' mouth everyday! I ain't some punk ass dealing with your drunk ass Sure your mighty fine But you crossed the fuckin' line
