't shit but hoes and tricks Hangman is coming down from the gallows And I don't have very long Give me a beat! ohhhooo! Ridin big, gettin mine Two microwaves cook a brick at a
where I be [Breakdown:] Where the girls talking trash?, where the girls talking trash? where they at? where they at? where they at? where them fly girls at? where them fly girls
we gon do what ever dance he say Give them a run, give me ya back then give me ya front Risky, kiss me, try to give me your tongue I tell that girl all
somethin' in my heart Are you feelin' me yo? -- Bridge into adlibs from Aaliyah -- Timbaland's Adlibs: Let me talk to em for a minute... Who is the best? Making these beats Who could it be? (me,me
was the underdog so please excuse me a bit I need some space some please someone make me some room in this bitch Cause I'm in Beast mode, beast mode Give me those beats
get mad at me Niggas steady hatin' but they clap for me Cause I got to spit it I'll like a rap disease 'Fo 'sho, girl I got that mojo Give it to you
'm fly enough to do better But pimp enough to not give a fuck They say I'm old enough to know better But young enough to not give a fuck Tell Stella to
(feat. Paul Cain) [Intro - Fabolous] Uh, you think I give a fuck about what these niggas say man They even talked about Jesus [Fabolous] I ain't mad
me, I just wanna see you looking happy You grab me, pull me, tease me, fool me And go let me get it at the movies Why you sitting over a few seats Come
Ew you too much pressure doll You gonna raise my cholesterol I gotta lower the phone, decibels Just to talk, just a thought I'm gonna get a girl with a
me. Roll up the purple and breathe, Sit back and fuck up the beat. Them niggas be hatin' But them niggas suckas to me. Who here is fucking with me? It
thinking 'bout this all day long, Your giving me the fire dome... [Chorus] Papa coming home, like to give you that RAW Favorite position, from da back Door Girl
Chorus 2X: 112] What, y'all closing the club I ain't finished drinkin' Can't you see me talking to her What y'all closing the club Just give me a few
You're giving me the fire though.. [Chorus 2X: 112 with various ad-libs] Papa coming home, like to give you that raw Favorite position, from the back door Girl
the hair, threw her on the floor Opened her thighs, and guess what I saw A hell of a mess, oh, what a bush In a couple of minutes I'll be there to push
but how you playin your cards You got a brother feelin mellow like a Cuban cigar You truly a star, we'll take the days one at a time I think we make
re doing me Cause none of the rough stuff bitch stop pursuing me So true to the game, it's a name you don't dare say A lyrical lunatic when I kick it
