wallowed in That's the kind of thing that big fat lazy hogs do And it don't make money! Betrix! I won't tolerate no tying my telephone with other peoples
thing that big fat lazy hogs do And it don't make money! Betrix! I won't tolerate no tying my telephone with other peoples business Eloise honey! And please don't
Never borin or simple, man I'm really excitin I got to clubs and be fightin, i be kickin and bitin I might poke ya eye out, i dont fight that fair I fought
crack Trust me, nigga can respond ten thousand times I ain't talkin' back to that nigga one thing I will real promise you I won't get you I'm a get your
' jazz cat that won a Grammy A wide receiver from Miami, a soccer goalie or a maitre'd A playboy bunny, even if you can't see I don't give a damn if
talking about we a family, Game had to go ***** I'll smack that ho like I'm Jackie-O 'cause I don't wanna be cool, I don't wanna be you I don't wanna
we a family, Game had to go Nigga I'll smack that ho like I'm Jackie-O 'cause I don't wanna be cool, I don't wanna be you I don't wanna shake hands,
know I slurp my drink I'm clipped inside - kids aight [Verse: Joe Budden] Yes yes y'all who ain't believe me? Don't be fooled it ain't this easy All
if I tell that it won't be pretty And I'm really scared of em, he's already hit me He touches me places I don't like it And I ain't talking bout a hug
bank tellers, nothin niggaz could tell us We drove all over, I pushed a shiny yellow Testarossa Moved on it closer get the toaster Started to feel like death was closer, I
me then I won't hear it Cause it's different from the streets, I'm missin' my hood now Missin' all the blocks 'cause I'm surrounded by woods now It's
may think I'm egotistical or just very free Won'tcha say I go tell it to, TIMOTHY! People say I'm whack, but they don't tell me so Let them pretend to
, Yeah (Don't talk about it, be about it HEY) You're backs won't last with checks you can't cash. One time TS, two times Fat Joe. I remember them boys
Ay, I'm Boots, I ain't Elmo -- I'm Boots from The Coup!!" [Boots] Four years til I'm twenty-five, now I got a forty-five caliber don't take no jive,
I gotta do me. And you can do you. I'm putting me first, i'm over you. I'm putting me first, i'm over you. I'm putting me first. Me first, Me first,
Now even Joe thinks I'm paranoid Cause I got this odd Sense of danger every 40 yards So I roll with bodyguards I swear to God If it wasn't for
this other world I wouldn't even get heated Fuck (fuck) the details, I don't care about why I'm chillin with my grandmother, she ain't die (she ain't die) I
s alright You know I slurp my drink I'm clipped inside - kids aight [Verse: Joe Budden] Yes yes y'all who ain't believe me? Don't be fooled it ain't