you . . . [Chorus: 3LW] Wanna get down, baby, I do Holla at me, baby, ooh-ooh If you rollin' deep tonight, then I do Wanna, know you And If you, wanna get
you . . . [Chorus: 3LW] Wanna get down, baby, I do Holla at me, baby, ooh-ooh If you rollin' deep tonight, then I do Wanna, know you And If you, wanna
then} I'll be making you my lady S E got me going crazy Anything that you want me to do I'll do anything 'cause I'm feeling you Off in the club girl you
robberies and walkbys And you don't want that, neither do I But I will, I will 'cause I'm a hustler, hustler High 'til I die, I'm gon' get mine Even
at But they too close, and I got this new toast 'Magine if I would of let off a shot or two, you know what I gotta do [Freeway] Free hold east coast
why nobody never gon' believe you You should do what we do, stack chips like *Hebrews* Don't let the melody intrigue you (uh-uh) Cause I leave you, I
lil' kim] What you niggas want Wanna talk slick Wanna do shit, try shit, new shit Who you fucking wit' You and your weak clique Bitch you creep wit' got you
really gon' do some' What's wrong with you son? Oh you got a new gun, do you know how to use one? Then you livin an illusion, livin in a used one While
nobody never gon' believe you You should do what we do, stack chips like *Hebrews* Don't let the melody intrigue you (uh-uh) Cause I leave you, I'm
So you suck my jewels Clutch my ooze Anything I touch I bruise Puff THINK YOU DONT KNOW IT Nigga fuck your rules (That's right) Goodfellas.. you know
I'm that Goodfella fly guy, sometimes wiseguys Spend time in H-A-W-A-I-I (Mase can you please stop smoking lah lah?) Puff why try? I'm a thug, I'ma
this, what? Said I wanna be closer to this paper (Get close) Oooh, get closer to these ends Gotta get the cash, gotta get the doe Closer to this paper, get closer
game only when I say so So crack some bub wit me, demons, get some love wit me Do what you gotta do to get what you gotta get I gotta get it all, Tecca
ain't nothin I can do Plus my whole crew but no not you cause you a sucka [Verse 2: Mister] I'm T-I-G-H-T you can ask Michael Jackson who B-A-D See
get your feelings hurt thinkin' this is just a rap To all you little mamas, that wanna get my number After the show is over, you wanna come on over You wanna sip Mo', you wanna
nothin' I can do Plus, my whole crew but no, not you 'cause you's a sucka I'm T I G H T, you can ask Michael Jackson who B A D See, I'm a thrilla, gangsta
