no, he said Out, out get out of my house, you'd better take your sheepskin too no daughter of mine's going out with a hippie or a scruffy little herbert like you. Now my
's house fools So check check check it out Verse 1 [Aaliyah]: The time has finally come to Say my peace With the funky hip hop swing ooohh check it No holding back Now it's the time To get busy
sell it out I'm on the sea shepherd deck, helpin' the whales out All my egos in the mirror, checkin' themselves out Tweeters in the trunk, helpin' the twelves out
m too smart too Put one of my partners right through culinary art school Now he my personal chef so that bread he get it Put them all in houses cleaned up all of my
sayin that they home for the Summer and they heard that I'm livin on my own so they wanna come to the crib maybe cook me some supper but I'm busy, so
real shit, it's bigger than rap, my nigga Cole busy, but genius is back I light up my spliff take a sip of my yack Thinking back of when the city weren
that gossipin' this business as usual Ben Franklin passed away and I was present at the funeral He breaking in my house (dawg) I hope that what you ain
I'm out early, my lawyer got his bread Much love to my industry homies, who didn't forget about me Paul Wall, Pimp C and my partner Flip-eraci But since I do business
outta my mind Voice mail beeping for days, cause I'm out on the grind Guess my daddy didn't love me, cause he turned his back Therefor the streets is my
get back (uh), trick get back, (u tell her) trick get back, for ya ass get smacked, (u tell her) trick get back (what), trick get back, (u tell her) trick get
do in my house, you might not do in your house! So what I do in my house is my business! And the simple fact of it all is that we are BONDED by the First
a high school drop out Rolling a double R House full of happiness, weed and drank Way out So when trouble tried to find me can't Never visioned living longer than my
the struggle that I'm from is attached to my name {CHORUS: 50 Cent} I do my thing respect my hustle I ain't playin (Nigga I'm loyal to the game) You get in my
pay (Make this pay) [Verse 3: 2Pac] I sit alone in my room, drinkin' Without a care Talkin out loud to ya' Like ya' there Take ya' picture out my back
to get me feelin' guilty You and me were met to be it yet You always wanna sweat and how much closer can we get (don't fret) Just set me back my things
the truth I'm out the window with my AK, ready to shoot Ran out of endo and my mind can't take the stress, I'm out of breath Make me wanna kill my damn
