like a hoe, bitch-slap him Do it for me, do it for Fred, do it for limp Do it for Rock, do it for rap, do it for Kid Do it for Ice-T, do it just to
shit down What is you, a clown? You wanna see a little kid get shot? Give me two good reasons so I don't smack you For flashing a gun in my face just
Gon' leave you floatin' like the sea Carribean Islands where I find them dope dealers supplin' me I got no time for yo bullshit when you say you ain't got my goods
choppas for the low, we moving snow avalanches Never folding like a pamphlet or flaking like it's dandruff Control like damage, catch me on the yacht Sleeping good
your eyes Baby, what are you hiding? I catch a glimpse of the truth And it don't look good, no I feel the ground fall away As you fight back tears And choke
we can bob our head offbeat Nimrod by the time we forty 'cause we can't get our meat While we ask no reason for the misplacement of the season Look at
I'm dragging out the years, that we had left, for no good reason. It's feeding my insanity insane. I'm seeking out the drive behind this sickening obsession
this much love I'll take the laughter, but I'd rather have the women Who am I kiddin'? I'll be content with whatever I'm givin' Work for food, rent,
hate, spit and complain? My reason is clear, I see you near Somebody asking for another hole in his head So clear I hate your face amen Choke You
the cutter off than one For every dollar I make the white folks make a hundred And I can understand why niggaz sell cain Cause every nigga got it good
want some good pussy) Big dicks (Some good pussy) Big dicks (Some good pussy) Big dicks (Some good pussy) Big dicks (Some good pussy) Big dicks (Some good
, ONE) It's one reason why I still let you breathe It's one reason why the fuckin tec won't squeeze It's one reason why you ain't go out like N*Sync
make the beard of a wiseman grow Hydro, in a good way it fuck with my head And without it you fucks would be dead I rhymed dead and head for the 17th
make the beard of a wiseman grow Hydro, in a good way it fuck with my head And without it you fucks would be dead I rhyme dead and head for the 17th
Love doin my motha favors Talk shit with major players Stay away from space invador cock blockin playa haters I stay in good season No matter what the reason
reason that they booin` you now Like the D.A. in court I pull two of your files Better save that last dance for Julia Stiles [Chorus x2] See this is
by the smile on her face I'm not used to people didn't know who they were It needed a reason so I'd do it all for her To pry for a meeting, how secretly
to see And you're first on that list, you're the lotto I hit You're the star at the top of the tree And I have been feeling this good for a reason My