to go, straight So get, get, get out today Get out of my way It's not the let to say I don't want to go, straight So get, get, get out today Would in my
go, straight So get, get, get out today Get out of my way It's not the let to say I don't want to go, straight So get, get, get out today Would in my
get it) Ain't shit funny (uh) Shake it honey (Let's get it) Take it money Now let's get it (Let's get it) [G-Dep] Creep with your people, though my
me I?ll touch, every single part of you Hey girl stop playin games And meet me at the door Do you wanna get down? [Chorus] Do you wanna get down Do you wanna get
Baby doll, check it out, I get around What you mean you don't know? I get around The Underground just don't stop for hoes, I get around Still down with
it time out. {DAMN! } [explode] I blow four charges if I do-own (come on!) My fiends going to the rehab like Winehouse. You know I got my shine's out love they way
C. packin' based on your bullshit.. [Verse 2] You made a second jam and still you couldn't get it right Gettin' out of bed at night and checkin' my website
shorty he was fowled no doubt Dude snuffed a honey in the grill on his way out (say what?) Ill, right? But he didn't get far Twenty minutes later he was
in the crouch Whenever me and family decide to lounge on the block Quick to pull it out if a clown get us hot Seeing bullets fire from chrome, the sight of my
t like it then fuck you My clans deep, steppin' out my jeep in my truck jewels (Beep beep) The killin' is a part of my job Ayo RZA, good lookin' on that
Commisso count my bread count my dough count my biscuit I'm the mob's official meal ticket I'll send your ass home and that's an order Like my pops with
my back in a drop top two way to stop that And if you wanna clock that row See my flow is so hot now figure cant handle it get down on the floor ?Ayo
me steaming, make you meeting the earth [Crypt the Warchild] Ayo it's my world and I wont stop And if you stand in my way you bound to get popped In
[Slug] Hence forth, step within my psychoanalysis callouses upon my mind make me strain for my lines out I ripped it, squeeeeezed the brain: it made
crack while I'm laying down my mack (I'm trying to tell you homeboy) I'll get sick on a trick, talking shit firm grip on my dick (Ayo bitch I got what
my eye on my son and my hand on my nine The clock stops, for everybody that you know that got shot And eight o' clock the seconds get hesitant for every
