the next time Make me wild Or you'll never be on the radio Liar liar On the radio Liar liar On the radio On the radio ! Please believe me it never
and the next time Make me wild Or you'll never be on the radio Liar liar On the radio Liar liar On the radio On the radio ! Please believe me it never
know nothin 'bout baggin the grams I ain't never had no spot or went hand to hand Me, I don't know nothin 'bout takin the stand I ain't never got a nigga ass stuck
nothin' 'bout baggin' the grams I ain't never had no spot or went hand to hand Me, I don't know nothin' 'bout takin' the stand I ain't never got a nigga ass stuck
don't know nothin' 'bout baggin' the grams I ain't never had no spot or went hand to hand Me, I don't know nothin' 'bout takin' the stand I ain't never got a nigga ass stuck
on my collar? I was taken from the missed of the lost and missing Rapping on dark road on my way to prison Stuck me in the studio, put me on the radio
wit the hoards I'm satan dynasty killer Reveal the cause wit the sling on down Venom spit regurgitate death scripts I sound Cylinder never python,
of grease like jheri curls Shout out to DJ's who kept it real Shook a few in the thou', but some never broke the seal Fuck them, I stick to college radios
[Intro: Method Man] oh, Oh, Oh, Come On, Come On, Come On mutha What? Muthafucka that's Right, All Day, All Night come On, Get Down, Yes Y'all And to
Usin the tools of old ancients Announcing my engagment to this music that we making Ain't no faking on tracks, and we ain't never come wack (never!) Immortal
all on the phone (?) This nigga here trippin dawg. Nigga tryin to jam me up. Uh uh Nigga don't hit me on Nigga don't hit me on the Nextel chirp If your
are the ones who were never part of it But true veterans'll give dap to those who started it Then humbly move the fuck on and come with that new retarded
the Twelve's in the back And everybody wants the spotlight too, Talkin' bout M.C. can I get down witchu .I gots the flow , I heard your songs on the radio
Saw it on the television, heard it on the radio This in truth is not yet the end Bus station, 4 a.m., took a taxi to the city, Matt Ball left Looking
. And they passed down a sentence For building on the beauty of some dream. All my heroes are dead, I got them in my head, saying Never again, never
Got me a bootleg Lloyd Banks and Young Buck CD Took that shit home, put it in my boom box Thought I was bout to be on some radio Raheim shit Man that shit sound
me a bootleg Lloyd Banks and Young Buck CD Took that shit home, put it in my boom box Thought I was bout to be on some radio Raheim shit Man that shit sound
be lost And you're just the kind who's liable to never be found Think of you whenever it rains And I, I hear your song on the jukebox Jesus don't you
