bug Ain't no deal at all She was, she was on the run Nobody to call her on the telephone She ran an hour started to moan She didn't want to talk without
hit) Stop calling on my phone mayn I'm on some other shit Just leave a nigga 'lone, I ain't goin suck cause ya fucking with Cause bitch you ain't about
you ain't even trynna share no secrets straight to bis Wifey, baby mother, you got any kids One word answers oh I ain't feeling that Then the pain for american express black
business I?m in This ain?t a scene; it?s a God damn arms race This ain?t a scene; it?s a God damn arms race This ain?t a scene; it?s a God damn arms
bar Got me flashing keys and I don't even own a car Like you ain't feeling my charm, because I know you are I'm trying to see how your lips feel Oh I
(Foxy) uh, uh huh, huh y'all cats ain't ready for the firm uh, dats right, uh, uh huh, brooklyn shit [Foxy Brown] All y'all hoes wanna stop my chips
the deal pa, where you headed son?} (Yo I'm bout to go to the studio and lay smash hit Wit my Uncle Run, boy) {Word?} Ain't he a Reverend now, collectin
pointy ass rings No more said, knew your chump ass was dead When I saw the four four reflecting off your shiny forehead It's Wu-Tang nigga, ain't nothing
Never get along like red and black ants, advance When your staring and this concrete that move like liquid Like a nigga withouth legs, I ain't tryin
get him nigga Aim 4 the head, when you see him, go get him nigga Let them lames know you ain't playin' with 'em No matter what they spit us, I still ain't
' lawyers in buildings Then we stop speakin', shit got funky I don't give a fuck, muthafucka get my money I ain't never been a hoe, you can't pimp me
' what they supposed Didn't have shit till I started to bust And y'all got shit 'cos of my balls are cussed Ren and Cypress Hill, they ain't liver than
you daddy) (And when I fix my lips my mouth is like wine) (Take a sip don't be shy, tonight I wanna be your lady) (I ain't too good for your Mercedes,
from the first line Chain plenty hang time, yeah [Blade Icewood] G-4 plane flyin, '05 Range drivin If the deal ain't least ten mil' I ain't signin Heard
, Nigga Nigga He got the speakers in the trunk With the bass on crunk Who be riding up in the high-rise elevator Other tenants who be praying they ain't
automatic clips A dead lady combing the hair of a bastard bitch I spit graphic shit you ain't hear half of it From my fucked up marriages To dealing with
some seconds I can't stop it [Chorus] [Killer Mike] Killer Kill from Adamsville and in a Bonneville I chill Heffers call me Black-N-Decker, I don't
of it I'm tired of jackin' off 'cause you ain't there Killer kill from Adamsville and in a Bonneville I chill Heffers call me Black-n-Decker, I don't
