not the kind of girl who will play around Well, I'm not the kind of guy who will let you down So you're not that kind of guy So you're not that kind
everyday. Now, I want you to stop whatever you're doing. You're doing. Just stop. You know, they say there' s beauty in the eyes which I say is not
say I'm the sickest since Carter dropped So girls jump to it with Vince Carters hops Its the truck with the twenty inch startin' stops That have 'em not
me Holiday Yeah yeah They will hear us through these walls (they will hear us through these walls) If we make any kind of noise (If we make any kind
bring the world hoods to a seminar We from the only place worse then Kandahar Well, that's kinda hard But we still like to party and hardy hard Something good happens we say
tell you that you're good Some say you're doing great Hey, I know people can?t wait They wanna hear every single thing I gotta say Some people act cool
go da places I went Dawg, I'm movin of prs Dese kids betta dun wiff da indirects Nah u dnt wna c I vex I'm a lord of da mic, I hear u pray for my end,
's inside But you need to fill me up Cuz you're not playing with the flame Girl you won't get burned You know that's not the kind of thing I do I guess
, women are the queens, and xxxxxxx just bitches, And xxxxxxx say xxxxx like xxxxx is not offensive, When niggas say bitch, all of the sudden, they offended, And niggas say
women are the queens, and bitches just bitches, And bitches say bitch like bitch is not offensive, When niggas say bitch, all of the sudden, they offended, And niggas say
'm that kind of nigga Brother J, whatcha' say? Brother J, Brother J, whatcha' say? Brother J, whatcha' say? Brother J, whatcha' say? [Brother J] Yeah
not that kind whenever theres smoke theres fire you know im not a jealous guy but i need to know there lying i need to hear you say that theres nothing
rhyme like an artist, such as DaVinci Like the Mona Lisa, I'm a sight to see This is not a tale and I'm not a character Just a kind of MC who loves to
game, you lag, you lose See, we serve our bass raw, straight up and not false This is the kind you dance to, and not on 8-Ball Plenty of bass, the beat
God can judge me [synth voice] Only God can judge me now [heart monitor: long beep] Flatline! [Verse Two: 2Pac] I hear the doctor standing over me [heart
of fish in the sea.. ..not for me You're somethin' of a different kind The rest evaporate, but you stay in my mind There is a stone wall Around your heart
