Casely] Let's go, babe. [Roxie Hart] But l didn't even meet your friend. That:that manager guy. [Fred Casely] Don't worry, Roxie. It's all taken care
you can't stand it, don't go outside Cause it's hot I got the stuff to call your bluff and pull your card And nowadays it's all these dick kids, that
phantom bullshittin, the 25 steeb curbes The B S H just blaze in this muthafucka The cars outside, the caves in this muthafucka I should let off a couple
petey's Dipped in the door so no one could even see me I told matilda "wait outside for me boo" 'cause the professional's always confidential, it's
stared in my face asking me could you go I'm agreed said sender everything'll go smooth Just tell her what to do and everything'll go through Strapped
and I will not follow a trend, Go call your boss, I put a hot hollow in him, I never lost, I'm cooler then Chicago's wind, Butter's soft in the Benz and
leaves It's time to go inward, hmm I don't know if I can do it after all that I've become I've been a fool for money But it's vanity that always leaves
then big Petey's Dipped in the door so no one could even see me I told Matilda "wait outside for me boo" 'cause the professional's always confidential, it's
you to Sizzler to go eat after awhile I'll make 'em stop trippin', don't even trip baby it's all good I'm feelin' good, everything hooked up right Before it's
to go She ready now She ready now Verse1: Shawty on the pole Bounce that a*s Life of the party she shake so fast Dahm she bad Dahm she go Bottle after
I?m watchin? my cartoons Let?s go Pour the milk in the bowl Make sugars ice cold Hold my hand on the top So it won't overflow Forget playing outside
t trust neara' motha' fucker to know where you live, Cuz your frien's turn to your foes, Bullets holes in the crib, It's a trip, how the tables have turned
you stared in my face asking me could you go I'm agreed said sender everything'll go smooth just tell her what to do and everything'll go through Strapped
what my trouble's all about, But you're sittin' on the inside, playin' on the win side, While I'm freezin' on the outside, in the what's-it-all-about
in magazine after magazine let every shot go let the shit flow ?cause the show must go on and on and on you?re it bro but it?s sad to know when your
stab of bayonet is God's word. Each crash of steel is God's word. Each torn limb and splash of blood is God's word. For he so loved the world he gave