and wait a minute It's time for Bone Thugs 'cause y'all think you can really hate [Hook] Look into my eyes and tell me what it is you see in me Would
hate Look into my eyes and tell me what it is you see in me Would you look into my eyes? Look into my eyes and tell me what it is you see in me Could
cause its letting loose Motherfuckers better run an hide before they die cause I might be buckin that shoot The only way you can make it you come an you take it
Comedic at times, and a stone-cold thriller I got somethin to say I'll make it short and sweet Me I'm the Swinga I'ma swing it to this beat Now I talk
it, hit it? Hit it, hit it, hit it, hit it! The do re, the mi phi, the sol la, the Tito Rocking it, rocking it, yes he is rocking it Tito, rocking it
me to let loose and spit at the ganstas What up gotti were in this little war you pushed on Put your ear to the drama for stucky and bush stones What
clocks cuckoo, I got screws loose, yeahhh, the whole kitten-kaboodle, I'm just brutal. It's no rumor, I'm numero uno, assume it, there's no humor in it
stone ya Ya dig? Take the world over that's the gig Sell enough units have Paul and Jimmy dancin the jig Roll the Maserati through the city, me and Riggs
on my floor ain't swine [Everlast] Now back it up, stack it up and hit me one more time It might be your phone call but check it, it's my dime And I
a . . . let me take a little bite, mmm . . . delicious! Let me put it in here so I don't loose it. I don't wanna in case I wanna little piece after, could
how hard is it? (Hard as it can get) I wanna know, how hard do you wanna it? (Hard as it can get) So how hard is it? (Hard as it can get) I wanna know
wild rebel I park cars through the foul ghetto (so what) A rolling stone but I hold my own (then what) These golden stones have you niggaz on press I
Just do it, just do it Just do it, do it, do it Just do it, rock to it Put ya hands up high and move it Sometimes I flow weird throw verbal spears like
that it's on tonight we came in here to fuck it up with a shoot out or fight Niggas don't understand that it's on tonight hap hap hap it's on tonight..
but rock n roll to him Leave your blood on the dash, call it rose wood 'Nother murder, 'Nother page out the notebook It ain't nothin it don't make it
I said my mama was a rolling stone to the bone Wherever she lays her piece of chrome is her home (there it is) As long as she wants it to be there, bitch
to be scrounging your next meal How does it feel, how does it feel? To be on your own, without a home Like a complete unknown, like a rolling stone
bumpin' in your ride it was bumpin' in your headphones. No it ain't gone to my head cuz I ain't gon' let it, damn it feel good gettin' sweated, huh,