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No Fun At All Wind Up

never really mattered too much to me That you were just too damn cold for me All that really mattered was you were my girlfriend And baby, that's all

and have some fun nigga, the rest'll come nigga Fame is a fast thang, that gangbangin puttin niggaz in a casket, murdered for hangin at the wrong place at

boyfriend (Wind for me) All the ladies in the club let me see you wind (Wind for me) Remix, sing it (Wind for me) TP3 Reloaded y'all (Wind for me) (

thingamajigs, what's-her-face and what's-her-name is up (In the ghetto) No heat so you shiver up And the pizza man don't deliver up (In the ghetto) [

but it only fired a blank, he said [Eminem] You need bullets, hurry up run [Dre] I put a clip in the gun, and pointed at his lungs He pulled two at

best) The best (Ooh Wee!) Let's stick out the jimmy and see what we can catch (Stick 'em up, stick 'em up jimmy) Next won't be needed unless (Jenny wanna

fired a blank, he said (You need bullets, hurry up run!) {*imitating Slick Rick*} I put a clip in the gun, and pointed at his lungs We both drew at

they all go away We all break the baby and mothers to blame and then Some get up early some never pay Get used to it girlie its all for fun anyway Big

picture [Violent J] Back indoors hey at last Look at your family behind the glass They look weird, they're sayin something Listen up, "you've fucked up, you've fucked up