na na Let me see you shake (shake) Na na na na Just let your knees touch your face (face) You got the time, but lady I got the place (place) Just cut to chase
na Let me see you shake (shake) Na na na na Just let your knees touch your face (face) You got the time, but lady I got the place (place) Just cut to chase
off stage, didn't think I saw her. Creeps up behind me and she's like, you're - I'm like, yeah I know, let's cut to the chase. No time to waste. Back
, adrenaline heightened, mimickin Tyson after watchin him cut up Razor Ruddock In the gutter, which was once ghetto prophecy is now ghetto scripture Lookin back at it, blowjobs from pretty
wanted was lights, camera, action People staring at night cameras flashin Living the movie now be prepared to see the last scene All I want is the pretty
able to build Come fuck with the real [Beanie Sigel] It's the Broad Street Bully and the Killah with no face My mack bullets burn like tequila with no chase
to run game on a nigga I bring pain on a nigga [Chorus] [Sheek Louch] Hey yo fuck that nigga, buck that nigga Chase him to the roof, somebody cut that
for war It's the Broadstreet Bully and the Killah with no Face My mac bullets burn like tequila with no chase My knife work like the guillotine sword Cut
Wu Tang will survive, no no, you no now Wu Tang will survive 'cause everytime they flip a party You know the party screams and shouts 'Cause you, damn
status From AM to PM, you see him on file y'all I was told to step righteous, so when it's done Everyone will say I stepped right And whether through
at the place See my sister still bleeding the knife and the base She said, "You cut your sister while you were smoking that shit" I said, "Mom, I didn't cut
I laid my black heart on the table It may just make itself at home Cut short your cord length on the phone Your smoke alarms and barred windows Can't
, mimickin' Tyson After watchin' him cut up Razor Ruddock In the gutter, which was once ghetto prophecy is now ghetto scripture Lookin' back at it, blow jobs from pretty
to the gut *chorus* Nowhere to rest nigga, nowhere to hide It's a high speed chase and death is on my mind Will I fall or fail who call the shots it
we just entertainers dont point your finger ya i'd rather be rich than be broke and famous.. because my money get jealous [verse 3] (doorbell) who is it... here lizard lizard lizard pretty
