you stay far from my nigga's face Hop back go hard all day in a nigga's face You see, you cowards ain't a threat to us really Just figured that we let
you crossfire Thought you was the realest you said you caught, liar Any time you at where I be, I'ma try you (I'ma try you) Eve don't give a fuck about
cuz, they can't stop her climb Nigga, you digs it? Want that? Well you can keep that 'Cuz other bitches out there whack, but you can't see that Eve is
Buck 40, buy the extra 20 wit the semi, when it hit you You gon do a 360 pretty swiftly when i burn you to a crisp you ganna be cruncher than chips wit
ya, Eve, Eve I'd do anythin' to keep ya Thinkin' you fly on ya next tell cell with accumulated jewels Smellin' like you on doche, nigga you well Heard you
I-I-Iced out the crown Ice-Iced out the crown I-I-Iced out the crown and flooded the Frank Muller (T.I.) Hey, instead of hatin' 'cause you ain't me I figured you
do the polka Dominance submission radios appear This new year's eve was the final barrier Dominance submission radios appear We took you up and we put you
in the enemy's code You couldn't figure out what mercy meant So you did like you were told When they finally sent the doctors Once the fireball went out
bad or did you miss How every time I get to see her, she's just about to leave And it looks like Halloween is still here on Christmas eve Surrender, will you
go now, what we gonna say now I'm telling you, telling you, I'm telling you I'm telling you, I'm telling you, I'm telling you He's gonna tell us, tell
's just not fair) December 23. 2002 Around midnight, where were you? Me, I was out for them Episode 2 Star Wars action figures (Wait, back up my nigga, you
hundred an' eight mic's {Son, yo, son, did you see that kid, yo? Yo, yo, chill out man, chill out Yo, son, did you? Yo, son, he pulled it out} Five
roll like butter Flow gutter, fuck what a bitch going through Do or die is what you gon' do I warn you it's gonna get you and your guys killed With my
ex-wives think I ought to burn in Hell But the devil he won't notice when I die Don?t you figure, he's got bigger fish to fry The way I figure he's
kite You are the kitty-hawk of romance You are Columbus setting out 'cause without a doubt Looks like you started something now I sense a brand new
Don: I know what gets you hot. Hamburgers get you hot, 'cause I picked you up in the pool hall! Phyllis: You don't know what gets me hot, you don't have
his coat Leaves a note that says, 'I love you' And runs to catch a bus down at the end of market street It took some time to figure it out He's a rich