Try me Try me Darlin tell me I need you Try me Try me And your love will always be true I need you (I need you) Hold me ( Hold me) Hold me (hold me
I witness kickin it with the jealous got me beggin for forgiveness this record label presidental think they live like me think they could jump in this rap game and survive like me
Serve in me cut, me straight balling, me balling me balling now Me run up they cut with me gun and drugs, nigga come to test me now Me pull the trigger
good!!) Ready for Flipmode Squad (Just talk to me, c'mon, c'mon!!) They're the ones we've all, been waiting for, forever (Now!! Now, let me see y'all,
[Intro: Bushwick Bill] Yes.. it is I says me.. And all who agree.. are more than three, cause they we.. (*laughter*) Yes.. yo! I'm in the house now for
Mafia, Big-Y from the Family BIG T from Grape Street, 60's that's Titta-Rock Mob got Tammy-Ru, Face run Cedar Block Don't fuck with me homies, I know
me Street spinnin like waves on that Continental T My grandmoms woulda been proud of me, look at your grandson now 'Til my demis, Black Mafia ties So
sound be harmonious and deadly like a harpy call either break one like Wayne Gretzky. No man can test me, so why try? Focus like a samurai, stronger
revolutionary messiah so Ima start a global riot that not even your fake anti-communist dictators can keep quiet fuck your charity medicine, try to murder me
phelps it me on the bar Callin on the phone It was me on phone I try to get with her We said we would lick her Try to be coming down with all These tears
wit it Money and murder you my nigga my jelly preserver I'mma ride baby til the judge give me a verdict yeah Hear me or heard me I get it and serve it
tamed) [Lil' Jon] You can't stop me [Miley Cyrus] For those who don't know me know me For those who don't know me know me Just try to change me (Hey
around drugs, fame, and shorties stuck for your bling, stripped of your chain, the same story from Czechoslovakia to Texas metropolis the treachorous rastas and the Mexican mafias
me he was much bigger he was like a father figure All that crooked shit he did he never let us see Welcome me into his home givin' me family A man to me
them choppers man, don't make excuses Hits out the prop, they call me Big Papi Even if you shot me you still couldn't stop me Still went to Africa, still
Se me a foreign DJ can't make hit tune When me hit number one them find a bag of excuse Se me managment a mafia and me color get me through Now me hit
