- tles of scotch Smoke pot And heal the people Any rebuttal To what I utter Get box-cuttered Count how many bad honeys I slutted It's a high number Name
Timbaland talking:] Tip, Tip, Tip, it's Timbo. I mean what this I hear.. you doin a mixtape.. my nigga but if you gon do it remember that ?track? we started
chain got me feelin' important Jumped off early and copped me a Ford Makin' moves money like the king of New York Gucci go and get it, while them hoes get
more than just a queen In between 'em (Yeah) This bed Is too lonely without you(Too lonely) [Talking] You know when it starts to get late And it's time
Sayin' DJ, won't ya gimmie one more track? Let it rain, let it pour away We won't come down Until we hit the ground and pass out Let it rain, let it
.. I got a king size ... So let's start it up, so let's start it up, So let's start it up, so let's start it up, And get freaky, freaky, yeah yeah yeah
a foreign language to y'all And I call it like I see it and my glasses on But most of y'all don't get the picture 'less the flash is on Satisfied with
and magic It's good clear syncopation Treat it good, treat it rightly And if you get it flowing The harmony is glowing So get ready, so get ready Don
s up Show your watch off, roll your sleeve up New plates on it, hold them keys up We buy the bar out, baby drink up It's the limelight, it's the car
I'm single again, back on the prowl I thought it was perfect, I don't know how I'm single again Stop callin' me apologizin? Don't even start it Hope
to the feelin' That her and me Had, I pray so much about it Need some knee, pads It happened for a reason one can't be, mad So know just know that everythin
sometimes the shit just seems Everybody only wants to discuss me So this must mean I'm disgusting But it's just me, I'm just obscene No I'm not the
the ***** Do more than just hold it, explode the **** until you empty There's nothin' in our way, they bust, we bust, they rust, we rust **** flyin', feel it? I feel it
my dreams Made a promise I'm gonna live it I can see it No doubt that I'm gonna be it Fuck what they've been saying I believe it I believe it From the
resources, all it's residuals But then comes foes, I have to guard it with missels And I become the most wanted But is it worth hearin' a million people
and Cockafella Records wanted beef Started cockin' up my weapon, slowly loadin' up this ammo To explode it on a camel, and his soldiers, I can handle This for dolo and it's manuscript, just
The rest of my life [Verse 1: Nas] LIFE, dead presidents, devilish meant Overthrow king thrones just 'cause of their negligence DEATH, real shit'll start
gotta be false or sugarcoated at all I just get on the mic and spit it And whether you like to admit it, I just shit it Better than ninety percent of
