with bruised ribs Don't hit me on the sidekick asking what you did Get a gun or ask 50's police to use his Cuz Bloods gonna get ya Bloods, Bloods gonna get
with bruised ribs Don't hit me on the sidekick asking what you did Get a gun or ask 50's police to use his Cause Bloods gonna get ya Bloods, Bloods gonna get
out and Get yours Get yours,winners never quit Get yours,go for yours Get yours,winners never quit Get yours,go for yours,we went for ours Get yours everybody
listen to him? I'm lay'd up 'bout to die, screw him! Pick up the phone, Brrb! "Hello?" Hi is me J, that one fat goofy weirdo Yea listen, I'm about to
that boy Jay-Z [Chorus] [Fat Joe] Whattup Jeez? Cracks...life, what's the matta wit yo head? Cracks...life, all you niggaz gon end up dead Cracks...life, everybody
Everybody say ride wit u, ride wit u, yea its 50 cent, yea and lloyd banks, yea, and young Buck, yea, and joe. G-Unit! Baby were gonna rock 'n' roll,
I'm leavin' it all behind No tears, no time to cry Just makin the most of life [Fat Joe] It's Like That's, Ya'll, it's like fat, y'all Matter of fact
, I pull up so aggressive nigga, hoppin out the thang Ice drippin wet like I just hopped up out the rain My picture perfect pose like I hopped up out
sped off, ain't no shook hands in Brook-land Army fatigue break up teams, the enemies Look man, you wanna see me locked up, shot up Moms crotched up over
gets Krazy... (Everybody) Now Jump up let's get Krazy... Now Jump up let's get Krazy... Now Jump up let's get Krazy... Now Jump up let's get Krazy... Now Jump up
... (Everybody) Now Jump up let's get Krazy... Now Jump up let's get Krazy... Now Jump up let's get Krazy... Now Jump up let's get Krazy... Now Jump up let's get
Get a clap goin') {repeat} Get a grip, Tone, get a grip (Can I, can I, can I?) Get a grip, Tone, get a grip (Can I grip it?) Get a grip, Tone, get
[Intro: R. Kelly] + {Fat Joe} oh oh oh {Yeah Cool & Dre uh} [Chorus: R. Kelly] + {Fat Joe} Sexy girl (hey) You know that I (hey) like you I like you
it rain on em I'm layin' game 2 em I'm gassin misses to tattoo my name on em Gotta get that baby love, gotta get my paper up Gotta suspect me,xactly
same record I heard Eve, Fox and Kim And sometimes when I dream, that's when I wake up I kinda hoped that The Fugees didn't break up And when they walked
shot Name plate hair straight metal braces on my teeth Fat laces on my feet when crack first hits the streets [Wyclef:] I use to push up on a girl Salt