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
foreigners from other nations Dear Lord be with our guests and prepare them For the butt whopping they are about to receive The Olympics in Georgia God
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
Aww shit, not these niggaz again Aiyyo listen I'm only lettin' five of you motherfuckers in here tonight If your man ain't on the guest list He get to
bit off, you come across soft Back in the days, niggaz like that on stage got tossed off Need to get crossed off the guest list It's like you gotta
I'm rather upper class high society God's gift to ballroom notoriety I always fill my ballroom The event is never small The social pages say I've got
and a hell {{ song breaks down into a crowd noise... }} tell ya what... Man, are we on the guest list? Guest list? Guest list? I don't see no 5 dollars
to be put on the guest-list Cause he's gonna be at the door (Chorus) (Roy speaking) Alright mate, Listen, uh, I'm on the guest list I thinka?¦ Ok,
Ginger, God has made you Such a pretty girl Forget what they said It's a woman's world I can make you a household name On the tips of the tongues On
Heavy as heaven, the devil on me, two ton's too If you are what you say you are, a superstar Then have no fear, the camera's here And the microphone's
lady A slender slave with sluttish, sleepy eyes Though once I was emoting And Bono lyric quoting I have found another be my guest and die With starry eyes, she's
rounds Back down, on July 4th in Chinatown, it's how the mack sounds Clown I'm a pound, you're a half-pound Scratched out, names from the guest list,
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 Who brung you
nine Thru the spine induce the rhyme Internal fire produces the high I listened to 44 4's 22 times +I Gave You Power+ God stop my heart if I'm lyin' SHUT
(feat. Sun God) [Intro: Sun God] Sun God... get 'em, official... [Sun God] I stay far from my opponents, pardon me dogs That's why lead the call, they
(feat. Trife Da God & Mr. Maygreen) [Intro: Ghostface Killah (Mr. Maygreen)] Aiyo, what up party people (Yeah, my name's on the guest list) This is the
I 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