fears Say we've got to love (we've got to love) Say we've got to care (we've got to care) (We've got to be there for each other) Say we've got to share
come back for more Let?s try to keep this, between Me and you, me and you No need to tell, unless we?re Coming to, coming to We?ll do, freaky things tonight We
that easy Ayo bust it, baby got a problem saying bye bye Just another hazard of a fly guy You ask why, don't matter, my pockets got fatter Now everybody
put the barrel in tha .5th in ya mouth, Jack! {50 Cent! } [gunshot] [Tony Yayo:] Ayo! - Four door Porsh' comin' out in 2-0-9 Thanks to Curits Jackson, I've already got
why you ran like the wind and jumped out of your skin You weren't sayin' "Fuck Soundcheck" You was sayin' "fuck the whole set! Cage, c'mon, dawg, we gotta
Hmm, yeah, unstoppable (Akrobatik, y'all) Ayo, I was on the mike, location insignificant Doing what I normally do, come on rippin it Making fifty people
but it get's worse I fucked Mrs. Butterworth on a covered perch and kicked a gutter verse For every hardcore consequir Studio got mushroom stacks we got
head. Break it down, Ayo-Ayo, Ayo. Let's go, Ayo-Ayo. Ooh, sing it to me baby in my head right now. Ayo-Ayo, Ayo. Come on. Ooh, Ayo-Ayo, she'll be screaming
floor Wax gets melted; breaks bones, fractures pelvics Speeds through space and cracks blast Astronaut helmets Face it, motherfucker I can pay to get rid of you I've got
and the bird shit we swarm with the bees and diseases and even if your deejay was Jesus, you could never fuck with these kids I've swarmed with the bees
ve your man on the mic, you know... Ladies and gentlemen, give it up Put your hands together, put your hands... Cause if we can't do it together We'll
heed , poppin like an El full of seed my team is gettin bigger , got more mouths to feed Shorty let me tell you bout my only vice it got to do with lots
Cant Stop Myself From Thinking About You When Your Gone When You Walked Into My Life Everything Turned Right From Wrong And Even Though We've Just Met It Feels Like I've
we just glide of the runway, charge tracks like Farlaps, smellin of the steak when I step out on the tarmac, convertable cruisers in a tropical summer, we don't have all the answers, but we
hold the game like Notre Dame, I know your dame (We cut a hunch back), Ali run that [Brother Ali] From cats lips to gods ears We mind yall punk bastards
