Why does he see the worst in everything? Can't you see we're doing what we want to do? Can't you see it doesn't matter what you say? Doin' what we want
so on The I C E T, O.G.M.C. L.A.P.D., H A T E (Ho) Watch the mic blow I flip scripts, and the dump drops the ammo Time to get wreck with the new style It
hons man tourin' ain't what it's all cranked up to be man It's a little different than you think man Yo so what is it really like baby} It's eight a.
I'm crazy? You ain't see shit yet 'Cause I love to kill and kill for fun The microphone goes off like a handgun It's goin' down now grab your girl, hops
can't wait to fall in love with me This just can't be summer love, you'll see This just can't be summer love (L O V E) Come on and lemme show you 'round
T E-M-P-I-R-E-S G-O-T A Party H-A-P-P-E-N-I-N-G and it's a G-O-Double N-A be seeing The break of dawn Then keep on rockig it Can you tell me something
nigga on the trigger, they gotta pull it And I ain't never had no gratitude Layzie Bone be crazy killin' with a ganksta attitude Buck, The Enterpri$e
So however you wanna call it, it's okay [Chorus] [Verse Three: Nelly] Uhh, uhh, aiy Check it, check it, check it Baby girl right here is where you need
larged in doctors can't get 'em out You gets no love, to me y'all dead bugs My records don't sell then I'ma sell drugs From O's to whole P's, grams to
on my way to San Jose To the stero shop that make my music play Cause one amp shut down and the bass ain't playin Didn't take long, for Joel and Janks
make me wanna do her No she didn't do me have her dripping juicy Smell of it's fruity threw the winter she fresh But it's yellow as juicyfruit for her
the funk, now it all spells, hey Enough enough, Ms. Fitted I'm with it If I did it, I was blitted, and probably shouldn't have quit it 'Cause yo, my
mommas on my dick I'm a G Never been a H.O.E. Sippin' codiene and smoking weed Rest in peace to my brother M.O.E. Disco Danny, we ridin' on 4's and the
And see I get it on the monthly N.O.R.E. I'm the black Al Bundy I'm a hustler baby, you smell it through my lotion I'm so ill sell water to the ocean
to put it on Aiyyo, and on the real, woulda put her on But even when I wrote it, yo the bitch couldn't quote it I found it real foul, like she demoted
vet, nigga, and I could take you to school And it?s my fifth album, ?bout to quit like rule So go head and try it, see it just don?t match And ya man
the run now, yo, it ain't no fun now And where I go, you niggas can't even come now You hate the law, nigga, break it, I don't care And when ya get
Bob Digi, U-G-O-D, Raekwon The Chef, the Inspektah Deck M-E-T-H-O-D the B-O-B-B (The Man) Straight up, Masta Killa, the GZA The Genius, it's the Ol'
