have to be a quarter, not a nickel and dimes I want to be the prayer answered when you meet me The pain, the bat and the blood when you beat me [2x] '
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it again She had dumps like a truck, truck, truck Thighs like what? What? What? All night long let me see that thong [Sisqo] Love it when the beat
an 808 Do you want to feel this? Do you want to feel this? Norman Schwartzkoff Something tells me you want to go home Champagne, bibles Custom clothes
let me split that shit, man hit that shit We ain't smokin', rollin' no penners, we blow big fat spliffs My nigga, just kick back with me, it's the thugs
me" Can?t leave rap alone, the streets need me Hunger in they eyes is what seem to feed me Inside, peace mixed with beast seem to breed me Nobody believe
Boy you can't fuck with me I'm rated 'R', this is a warning Boy you can't fuck with me I'm rated 'R', this is a warning Boy you can't fuck with me I
I did when I was broke My best customers, real macks and G's Dopefiend beats on the backstreets Me and Freddie B sellin game Custom made tapes with your
when I asked, if they liked violence?" And told me that my tape taught 'em to swear What about the make up you allow, your twelve year old daughter to wear? So tell me
just being the boss Being I can't go to jail cause them years'll cost me Don't get me wrong, lay a nigga down if he force me Rather just sit back and
even got no wheels Custom-fitted, custom-kitted wood grain Custom everything, what's that on the seat? Custom mustard stain Now let's go hit the mall,
to merc me You can't get rid of Flames, nickname is herpes I'm a man, you a man, won't you act like one See me face to face chump, watch me beat you
me, ooh, how you thrill me You are my hip hop doll Yes, baby, would you go with me once and for all And then when you squeeze me, ooh how you please me
Internet MC's and beat bloggers You can see my Black Thought like 'Riq Trotter Deep, go ahead and sleep, they know in the street Kwe' gon' flow on the beat
question Pop the trunk see the speakers kickin' like Beckham Think we got a problem, Sheek know I'm hot Kiss and Styles should make me a member of the Lox I take all the beats
Cy Young pitchin', catch the transmission Swollen Membership on a Cali to Van mission. [Chorus: Iriscience] Passport stamped up at the station Through customs
m in the Old School like Frank the Tank You can't beat me join me, petes they bore me But all the Southern asses they keep me horny Ooh, Big Timers in
boarding Here are the prisoners the DJ is the warden Your mind is useless instinct takes control Jam to techno Groove to soul to soul You been arrested Now your being tested The beat
