knows. Now that the show is over, Will I belong to you, Now that the show is over, Will I be, will I be, will I be, On God's guest list. The worm inside
to now, and we still grindin Small clubs and small towns think they bouncin, and we find them Put them on the guest list, make them pump their fist and
get to know N.O.R.E Niggas wanna know yo what's wrong with the God 'Cause every other day it's on with the God Every week a different beef Yea and my
's up to me sorta You a fool with a mental disorder, and it's probably your daughter That really love me, for the **** that I taught her Will Smith on the guest list
[Intro: Ghostface Killah (Mr. Maygreen)] Aiyo, what up party people (Yeah, my name's on the guest list) This is the Wallabee kingpin in the building (
just calmly waits A certain type of behavior The guest list just creates No time for lively discussion No time for televised debates The well-meaning soon become well meant It's
the Timbs and Chuck's Is gonna happen, gun clappin', remember that Now we on the southern part of the map Houston, party of the year, everybody there Texas, no guest list
I'm upper, upper class high society God's gift to ballroom notoriety And I always fill my ballroom The event is never small the social papers
The world brought me to my knees What have you brung you? Did you improve on the design? Did you do something new? Well, your name ain't on the guest list
voices A local post will list your friends In order of disappearance The lawn scattered, tins feed birds A portion baked for absent guests And the
one of a kind Self-made motherfucker that's enjoying his time On land, on air, on mics and on sea Let it all just be, good times on me It's California
she needs an apple stuffed into her fat gob, oh look!It's that junky Lead singer, I hear he's a nob, well, I know him actually and he's alright, going
on) Root to the fruit, more bass than Bootsy Collins You verses me, that's like Ali verses Foreman (Aha) God's act, stand back and watch, Devil's time
s defamation My reputation, defamation innuendo Well, I got the record, I haven't heard it yet I went to the concert, I wanted to get in on the guest list
come on) Root to the fruit More bass than bootsy collins You verses me Thats like ali verses foreman (a-ha) God's act, stand back and watch Devil's time
couldn't pronounce and then bounce Illegal ain't illegal if it's less than an ounce Keep it come in T. La Rock amounts See, 'It's Yours' Study scrolls
the guest list, it's E-Swift plus two Stepped to the bar, 'cuz, it's a bad habit Open mic night, so, the Liks gots to grab it Check the mic, it sounds tight so I guess
guns, what? Throw 'em up, huh Black Trash, yo kick that old real shit That Queens shit nigga Fire marshall said it's too packed, nigga fuck the law And the guest list