don't tell me you love me So don't tell me you love me, whatever you do, whatever you do So don't tell me you love me So don't tell me you love me, whatever
don't tell me you love me So don't tell me you love me whatever you do whatever you do So don't tell me you love me So don't tell me you love me whatever
yourself by assumin My music keeps you movin, what are you provin? You know that I'm two levels above you baby Hug me baby, I'ma make you love me baby
You tellin me you're cooler than me cooler than me Dirty Murphy Lee negative a hundred degrees [Ali] Foot on the Prowler you bail Most of my heros don't
t supposed to stand still And little bit of, you know little bits of Negro into the music isn't enough Music is all consuming, let me tell you... [Slug] You
you're dealin' with thugs And girl, it's me and you, stop chasin' the crush I know you want me, don't ya? Know you need me, don't ya? Don't lie, see
me like WHOA! Let me keep it moving or my shottie might blow Spittin' but you bullshit me yo I can't hear your ill sub-libs You ain't gotta feel Boot
kushin I love it when tell me daddy ineed a wooping You don't like how I live, ok, bye You don't like it money, ok, bye You don't like bad chicks, ok
me I wanna see I've been waiting way to long Got me losing me cool Don't know what I'm gon do You got me going You got me going [Verse 3:] I can't wait
proceed To give you what you need It's been so long It's been so real So magnificent, thank you [Diddy:] Tell me who shot Big (who shot Big) And take
[Chorus 4X] Don't touch my money man Don't touch my money man Don't touch my mothafuckin money man [N.A.R.D] Welcome to the city of big ballers and
heart I did it a lot of years, been in it from the start As time has gone by, to whom it may concern I paid close attention, let me tell you what I learned
stop hating on me man.You motherfuckers didnt want to help me in the beginning man. Fuck you nigga, with sugar on top bitch. Ya feel me? Fuck you nigga
call me what you wanna Nowhere near, I blew up some call me Rockness Monstah I'm the, heathen you was warned about by your momma that'll never love you
To let y'all heads get me hot under my collar through songs And best don't get it twisted My Magnum Force practice Operation: Lockdown And don't you clowns
you lames Niggas ain't got no respect for the game So we ain't got no respect for you lames [Sean Price:] Rap ain't selling, crack ain't selling So