do I do it for you, 'cause you, you do it for me And we, we got it all right, I can't, I can't let you get away Get away from me now So far I'm still
do I do it for you cause you, you do it for me And we, we got it all right, I can't, I can't let you get away Get away from me now So far I'm still around
's nothin' in this world that I can't get ya I can't sweat ya, but I can't let ya Don't get carried away, I just met ya Or you can get carried away on
'd make Fifty Cent look like Limp Biskit, It's true, and don't make me rhyme about you, I'm from where the kids is addicted to glue, Get ready, he got
that withered away In the pages of your book For one day They won?t block your route In the dead plot You dream in Ten go away Ten born of pray Ten go
holdin' tank Get drunk, get to shootin bust the whole club out Us thugs out, I'm tryin' to dumb out, 'til I get drunk out That's just the way I am, don
we come to the stage we are attackin' space assassin naked live and never slackin come a day on the way enter one S.A. amplified from another world far away
s going on Nelly Furtado: Ah tell me What's going on in the world today I'd rather be dead Than turn my head away We gotta first world vision to complete
em where da fuck I'm comin from I get the party crackin from the shit that I be spittin son Hit-and-run, get it done, get the funds, split and run Got
'd make Fifty Cent look like Limp Biskit, it's true, and don't make me rhyme about you, I'm from where the kids is addicted to glue, get ready, he got
: You pumpkin pie, I'll jack-off in your eye. Climbing shoots and ladders, while your ego shatters. But you just can't get away. Jon: Get a gay? Fred
new drill (fuck you). You pumpkin pie, I'll jack off in your eye, Climbing shoots and ladders, while your ego shatters. But you just can't get away (get
Cause I gotta have... [Chorus] [Everlast] Can you walk like a pimp? Is your Bizkit Limp? I got Faith like Ms. Evans Make you rhyme like the reverend Will Smith, you get
in the... [Verse 3] Why cant I walk with a limp mama? wont be no drama For goodness sakes, Im just a kid Had to get my whoopin' in fo's, I was just a
Uh, uh, it's beef week, Monday, murder Two niggaz dead, Tuesday Wednesday and Thursday is hearse-day Friday, somebody-gotta-die-day Saturday, put the gat away
Intro:] Come here little fella Where you goin I wont bite you Ha ha Those little dogs are somethin arent they They think there big then they run away
