gonna make it now It's been said a thousand time before, but we're gonna say it againg and again until you open your fucking ears and hear what we have to say
make it clearer to a couple n-ggas that I always win and I gotta get it again and again and again and I be doing it to death and now I move a little
lonely girl Out on the weekends Trying to make it pay She can't relate to joy ohh She tries to speak it Can't begin to say it The boy fooled me again
the lonely girl Out on the weekend Tryin to make it pay She cant relate to joy, ohh She tries to speak it Cant begin to say The boy fooled me again
's blow the roof off (roof off) let's ride out (ride out) Let's try to put these city lights out (lights out) Just flow with me (flow with me) It's Diddy
She put it round my wrist, it was a perfect fit And said in my ear, "Want you to have it" Then she unzipped her dress, dropped it to the ground My mind
did it anyway Now the posse's on my trail, they say I'm gonna pay (Run) I had a gun, it's mine and I packed it Out with my crew, the boys caught some
's happenin' man You know brothers out there sellin' out man Why they goin' out like that man? Yo, sellin' out like it ain't nothin' man I ain't with it Dig it
don't know That you don't mean it That you don't mean it And you don't think it shows That I still need it That I still need it You think I won
fresh I make em wet like fire hydrant I be on that fly go from passenger to pilot Point it out like gimme that Point it out like gimme that Point it out
La Costra Nostra flow, show ya how to do this Pin it so easy, cave *** doin' ***, we simply the best, don't confuse it I confuse it, critics be hatin
gettin it in since way back when So what you say to critics sayin you can't do it again? [Busta Rhymes] See I ain't gotta say shit to 'em, I'm off to
music is the language of us all I find it hard to speak emotional cos these things are the things that can't be said and when it's struck it strikes
it in the morning and no sleep But I can't keep myself from wandering Next night down in Montreal And when it rains I guess it pours Oh I say, when it
it, I'm strapped now, I'm with it! Come get it! [echoes] Huh, you want some? Come get it, I'm strapped now, I'm with it! Fuck that nigga! [gun cocks]
one day you gonna feel me But you should know it's not right It's not okay, I wasn't born yesterday Speak up, I can't hear you What did you say boy,
feel it my feet now Listen, here it comes again There's a band out on the highway They're high steppin' into town It's a rainbow full of sound It's
marquees out on Main Street. Chicago, New York, Detroit and it's all on the same street. Your typical city involved in a typical daydream Hang it up
