, hey, hey, do ya thang Hey, do ya thang, hey do ya thang Hey, hey, do ya thang, hey, hey, hey Hey, hey, hey, do ya thang Hey, do ya thang, hey do ya
buy ours pure-yay We waitin on boats, these guys go Broadway Ya gon make me tie a bomb under ya Benz See how much you talk wit firearms under ya chin
Your the reason I made it to the T.O.P. I really like to thank you even tho I'm not on T.V. I'm just another C.D. I like to thank you Your the reason
this damn thing we going to do it for the screw And do it for the side and I'm a do it for you And you going to do it for me it's S.U.C. Screwed Up Click
you gotta move somethin' to do the damn thing Clay D got the bottle and i got the blunt 2 live, Freak Nasty what's up Do you wanna have a, party 2 live
He get a free lift to the cemetary, rough very Not your ordinary, we watch you get buried That's a real nigga for ya Get mad do a quarter flip the script
(woo) I know the watch botherin ya vision But reach and I'll put a dot on ya head like it's part of ya religion (yeah) [Chorus] - 4X [P. Diddy - talking
a damn thing These rock dudes tryna rap cause they can't sing You don't shoot a gun before, learnin' how to use it Ya don't shoot ya mouth off before
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and keep it How to prey on my weakness Cuz I want the p-u-s-s-y Got a lotta niggaz wonderin it ain't just I Gotta keep ya cash comin and that's on
[Chorus] I'm crazy, how I dress and keep it fresh, so many steps, I hit to ya, cuz I'm before my time, I'm crazy, how I do it, when I do it, I can stu
s Your Problem: Hello, I'm On The Radio With T-Pain (How's It Going, Yea) It Ain't Going Good My Girl Ain't Doing Her Things She Used To Do And Oh...
on that thing, there is no need for a remix It's CiCi, T.P. we be T-H-E B-E-S-T I, R-I-P every M.C. on late that's OMG, I stop that beat so I can speak
on that thing, there is no need for a remix It's CiCi, T.P. we be T-H-E B-E-S-T I, R-I-P every M.C. On their S-O-N-G I stop that beat so I can speak
one thing ya'll got to hear I'm a tell you like george bush told me F**k ya'll niggas I'm out of here [Chorus:] If you could you would get rid of me What you gonna do
