slaughter us Mr. President I assume it was negligence The streets upside down, I'm here to represent this [Chorus] - 2X [Nas] Can I talk to you Mr.
To the motherfuckin' President I wanna talk to the FBI and the CIA And the motherfuckin' Congressman Can I talk to ya? Can I talk to you Mr. President
Traduction: Dans. Je veux parler à vous.
so cold But I know I love you and you love me There's no other lover for you or me [AZ:] Yeah, yo though I only paid you occasional I'm raising you
rap Little light in the ass But I must rap And I must admit I bring creotine to the scene Your developmental league don?t see a team I got a stich lil nigga You
gun salute I salute you my niggas, stay strong I ride for you, I rhyme for you, I roll for you, it's all for you To all you bitch made niggas, I'm comin
rims, I just laugh, pa I catch stunts when I ain't tryin I ain't lyin, I sit Dom P til I split up Keep my rent split up Get outta line, I get you hit
, cut up in the kitchen I aint playin wit you bitch you better listen (Chorus) Get out the club BITCH Niggas tryin to holla at you We want parlay wit you You
in da eye Now if I say I'm gone get you, I'ma get ya On da strength of da inf, from long range I can hit ya You find out them niggas who wit ya ain't
you heard I done started some shit It ain't because I be high. (I be high... I be high...) {NONE STOP! } And if you heard I done let off a clip It ain
I'm a show you my dick [Chorus] [Verse 2: Paul Wall] It's Paul Wall Baby I'm a let you know what it do, you know what I'm talking about? I've give these
girl on a leash If you're still talkin' bout the Jay Nas beef You're a herb, if you saw episode one But never saw the trilogy, I just begun You're a
's too many of you crying Gwen Stefani: Oh, brother, brother, brother There's far too many of you dying Jermaine Dupri: That's Right Aaron Lewis: You
