gone be to the spot But first let's take it to the floor Come on let's see what ya got- [Verse 2:] Told her show me what ya got Girl ya fine as hell
9 niggaz love the cash H-A-R-D-R-O-C-K yo BK no, oh, oh, oh [Bridge] You ain't gotta love what I do, like what I do But you gon' respect what I do I
fall Ya holler and ya holla, ya follow ya fall Ya holler and ya holla, ya follow ya fall Ya holler and ya holla, ya follow ya fall Ya holler and ya holla, ya follow ya fall Ya
is usually a beatdown brutally Fuck who you be or where you're from, West or East coast Squeeze toast, leave most in the blood they layin in, what, what
through the door It was clear to me (clear to me) You?re the one they adore, who they came to see (who they came to see) You?re a ? rock star (baby)
my pee Record song for the "Detox" LP Feet don't fail he Niggas got me bent like Cranberry and Belvee I'ma die wealthy Boss in the game, what the fuck
later Minds kill, niggas lost so they gotta catch up like Hossfield Your team don't squeeze, guess what, mines will Or stop till there's a million a show like Seinfield Plus we got
pretty fatal Cause bitch I got +Money In The Bank+ from puttin' that shit into Yayo like 50's label Fuckin' freak Ya mommy and daddy, daddy and daughter Ya
I got houses all across the map Even got a Boston pad, got this bitch from Boston bad Well put her in a wrestlin move, but I heard she got that (Boston
on pause with all DeBarge Oil me up, please, my nuts, read me a story Tuck me in, something like the seeds'll say Pass me the cold fresh squeezed OJ, I got
thousand words Ain't ya'll heard? Ya'll get what ya'll deserved Ya'll do the catering, while we just get served And you got some nerve, for P-Hing Jason
K to the R Double R what Send mad cowards on they way to Allah E V E, Double R What First lady, I just point, they squeeze Ryde or Die, Double R What
clicks Squeeze your clip, hit the right one, pass that weed, I got to light one Squeeze your clip, hit the right one, pass that weed, I got to light
around You hittin' this nigga, how that sound? First of all you got me mixed up with somebody ya done slept with Hold up, that's my Neneh Cherry shit, I got
Passport Or the M.P., what if you see, then I miss ya I blow up spots like little sisters G'wan grit ya teeth, g'wan bite ya nails to the cuticles Like
fiends I got love for niggas Niggas always snaky I got love for hoes Hoes always snaky I got love for cliqua Clique always snaky All we got is us All we got
really care Thats what it costs for a wheel chair! What you know bout terrible? Terrible, you don't know what's terrible Terrible, what you know bout
cash H-A-R-D-R-O-C-K yo BK no, oh, oh, oh [Bridge] You ain't gotta love what I do, like what I do But you gon' respect what I do I don't like nothin'
