just Back it up, back, back it up nuh Fling it up, fling, fling it up nuh Shake it up, shake, shake it up nuh Jiggle it up, jiggle, jiggle it up nuh (
tonight, the DJ got us fallin' in love again Usher, don't lie Hear no evil, or speak no evil, or see no evil Get it, baby, hope you catch it like T.O
side (side to side) Thank God the week is done I feel like a zombie gone back to life (back to life) Hands up, and suddenly we all got our hands up No
just hope you get it back Let's just hope that you get it And if I have anything to do with it, mutherfucker I did it Yeahhh, Young Tune, gorilla monsoon Mr
be missing the simple fact that I'ma get it You ain't with it Nike clothing outfits you like this Brothers actin' stiff like cactus They comin' up
it twisted we got restrictions niggaz that witnessed family beatins from family meetins no family grievins juss some youngstas grew up around dirt an dope, an jelous evil tactics to shovel up
but that makes it grow Bright around and it was made for me A gift from God that he gave to me You eat it and chew it, and then you swallow it And wisdom
I tried to run, tripped up and hurt my knee I can't believe that she got away Think of all the love that we could of made I really did mess it up I'
m hung invisible Fuckin' mistletoe, over the wall to stuck my ass up under it Now pucker up them lips and kiss it ho, here we go Bad and Evil, so you
a dope addict And his ex-wife how they go at it Man, I'd hate to have it as bad as that Mr. Mathers Claims he had it, I can't imagine it That little
chin up, you get hit, ten down and ten up (what?) I take it if you run your mouth, then you wanna get sent up Heat it up, you be leakin blood and spittin
season when you shot remember everything happens for a reason and you never hit it right thats why i'm snatchin your girl she calls me mr. drummin cuz
rabbit, black sabbath, bad habits. My girl's in love with a thug, and a drug addict. Slow evil, back to my high, Til I poison the oceans, and blacken
gets down now, now New York City now, now OK, alright, OK, alright, alright Word up, Napolean, Ralph Lauren Mr. Cheeks, back in that ass How we do it
her if I fucking wanna so why you want insist on this I got your name at the top of fucking dead bitch list meet Mr Machiavelli?s terror back of the year
over come these fucked up rules And make the real hell on Earth, hahaha So listen up, get any motherfucker that you can And bring him back, haha, yeah [Mr
[Mr. Shadow] If your ass wants to live another day Get the fuck out of my way when I lyricly slay Bring it on all my foes Mr. Shadow be the one killing
