feeling me? Chorus [big ed] Don't play with me brah (bitch who you playing with? ] Don't play with me brah (bitch who you playing with? ] Don't play with me
got some new shit that you ain't never seen All alone Aye don't hate let the playas play Before I hit you with dat cake [Chorus:] Brand new kicks to
you who have been here before John. We are going to play a whole We're gonna play a whole collection of stuff that we don't normally do But before we
take me, I was too in-tox-i-cat-ed But, nigga, if you want war with me, besta be 'bout your issue Hit your set with.. my nigga with them things ta split
to God, y'all BENEATH HIM If y'all don't know that, rap with a old cat He'll show you streets where them big dealers DROVE AT Where low-key killers let
you feel like Chinchilla in the heat So don't try to run up on my ear talking all that raspy shit Trying to ask me shit When my niggaz fill ya vest they
verse gon' meet her at the Marriott [Repeat 2] [Repeat 1] [Repeat 1] [Ed Perry] Break it down one time Whassup with '89 I ain't that hard to find I
was it You were supposed to get older with me On stage, hands on shoulders with me Coppin' them Range Rovers with me Sittin' on thangs and smokin' trees And if it wasn't
don't give a damn [Run] Jay hit a play today I must say Hooray to the way that is A-OK As we wax the tracks all the DJ's play With (dick in your mouth
So don't try to run up on my ear talking all that raspy shit Trying to ask me shit When my niggaz fill ya vest they ain't gon pass me shit You should
(feat. Mad Skillz, Nas) [Tim] It don't stop [Nas] Can't stop [Tim] Say what? [Nas] Play your parts [Tim] Uh-huh, it don't stop [Nas] Nas Esco' [Tim]
spit, holme Now certain that wasnt workin? shit, holme Man some label me a bitch, holme The only plan is im bout to get rich, holme If u don?t like what
I don't give a fuck about these Nigga's or these hoes Don't you ever, don't you ever Make me spit on yo ass bitch!!! ahh-ha Verse One: Fuck them hoes
pressed her ass All at once we heard a crash Donald's dick had broke the glass Yes, I'm the big wheeler, the girl stealer An' if we play cards don't let me
feel like Chinchilla in the heat So don't try to run up on my ear talking all that raspy shit Trying to ask me shit When my niggaz fill ya vest they ain't gon' pass me
don't know that, rap with a old cat He'll show you streets where them big dealers drove at Where low-key killers with the fo' clap Blocka-blocka-blocka
