more it kept hurting Had to face it, we just different now You living you, I'm living me, that's how the shit go down Damn, I love, I miss him now Boy, you had me
man Let's get on a flight and lay somewhere Where I can put sand in your hair Sitting under chandeliers like yeah Your man is here [Melissa Jiminez] Boy you had me
] Boy you had me, but don't be mad at me Blue caddy, look daddy so happy look at me Boy you had me, but don't be mad at me I know ya see me, out in the
in the ground, and drag 'em out onto the dance floor. Tell 'em what it stand for: now when they came they had they pants on--we beat bitches up out their
You can't understand it, i'm so stupid with it, boy i'll f*ck u silly AY Way out of control, I put it down for sure On the bar or on the floor, so what
smoke'n that bullshit Look like u on that bullshit(U on that bullshit)bullshit Stop rap'n that bullshit Stop talk'n that bullshit Stop smoke'n that bullshit U on
Funk, F U N K, u stank Down with the P Funk, F U Down with the P Funk, F U N K (U stank) Why not? P Funk, F U N (Jump yo' ass in the tub, u stank) Down
type shit that we on Official Wu-Tang head-banger Flood your space with big waves like you did in Sri Lanka Yo, I drink heavy gallons of Crew, play the big part Niggas got squid on
, shot to the throat Before the smoke hit, witness the killing On the crime scene Body on the block Eyes open from the shock Of being popped in the neck Yet he still had
encyclopedia or media I'm in star mode, with the discipline of dahmo, I broke the u.s. bar code Now I'm on allah's road to journey, into the realms of
I ain't the snitching kind of nigga, yo and I'm a different kind of nigga So you busta can't hit me Ain't no sentimental nigga, I'm seating on spinners nigga And when I'm dragging me
Now go in my shirt you hoe, blunts up in my polo [chorus] [3rd verse-yella] Stop playin' with me, stop playin' with me bitch, stop playin' with me
been tryin to book me Mackin-ass 40, what that do? Sometimes me, always you Man you a real-ass nigga, man you a boss If I had yo' hand I woulda been done
diggin' for treasure Some of ya'll had a good thing, that you couldn't keep Thought you was TLC, You had to creep You say you had love I say you
John Stewart/George Yanok (Spoken) I remember when I rode into town that morning in December of forty-eight. Oh, bitter cold. I had on my parka, my sheepskin
Bitch Nigga lay face down and the dirt/ count the ants u jerk/ im the answer u jerk/ not like Allen nor Paul ear but u can still get hurt/ u got speak
U.K. Now eveybody surrounds us We're living high on the tour bus It's not that bad the best we've had I ate Italian in Germany I spent my money on magazines
