By doing me the way I do it By doing me the way I do it If you seen this chick infront of you I promise you will lose it By doing me the way I do it By
Sean she loves Sean Anderson Man you could probably feel me dying And you could probably hear her crying She killing me from the inside out Took everything in the crib that was inside
They tryin to call me, perform track quality Give me some punts, 'cause you really muddy You move slowly 'cause of no electricity I got my shit on
. Then he walked up to a stranger and he asked him with a grin, "Could you kindly tell me, friend, what time the show begins?" Then he moved into the
's Powder Pete, can I get a 12 guage! Outlaw every day, on the front page. Mister Kid, if you give me the low-down me and Blackjack, Be ready fo' da showdown
you on the block smoking With a bunch of niggaz scoping on how they can split you WIDE open You don't even know what's going on up in your circle Awful
to me? Picture me working McDonald's I'd rather pull a mac on you Sorry Ms. Jackson but I'm packin [Kanye West] It's on I'm packin weight like nina simone
you heard of me You probably know some bitch niggaz who wanna murder me Busta Reggie Murray Ramp and Mercy's all we need for disaster For me the microphone
want Girl I'm just kidding let me start over again hun See what I meant was, we should have a little intervention Come with me to Brighton, let me relieve
do I put up this fight, why do I still write Sometimes it's hard enough just dealin with real life Sometimes I wanna jump on stage and just kill mics
moves me more than a groove that suits me Nothing suits me more than a groove that boosts me Nothing boosts me more or suites me beautifully There's
know me from a can of paint You must be huffin', fuck a ballsack if the taints can't take you on a date You mistake me for a gentleman, your 2000 and
was like my only teacher Wait 'til they get a load of me 'cause I've got Gucci's on my feet Diamonds on my neck Diamonds on my wrist Bitches on my dick
ass bitches Then, go on, got me hot, smoking like a chimney We used to be best friends, now it seems we finna be enemy's Deep inside it's killing me But
step inside the door Cause these kids is rhyming, sometiming And when we get to racing on the mic, they line up to see the lyrical killing, with stained egos on
she's a killing machine She's got everything Like a moving mouth body control And everything I love her i need her I seed her Yeah she turns me on Alright hold on