how to get over you, over you, over you, over you Gotta get over you, over you But it's so hard to do Yes, I gotta get, gotta get over you Over you,
get her everything for free (I got a new woman) But she ain't gonna be the death of me [Gangsta D] We welcome you baby to Club 220 Where the haters get
nothin Might get yo' jaw broke, might get yo' wig split Might get yo' car shot up, might get yo' dough kicked Might get you kidnapped, might get yo'
lepers doctors, if i?m not.... fuck it, the terrible metal hacking seeds up?s as american as ski up off a plastic d-cup. you?d think charlie brown was
in town, we get along with the brown. Now I'm in jail, they tryin' to beat me down. Jail is hell, but I'll adapt. Won't hesitate to get in a scrap. '
t get it F in streets Style shows like sandals, pumps get handled Dismantled, St. Louis is Tony Soprano No two, heffers with blow poor, ghetto mo' gurr Blow bolo get
train with no love I know it feels insane on a train with no love Drugs all deep in the brain on a train with no love [Verse 1] Man we movin' D, me and
of the voters and promoters are scared of rap But we can all come together clever and say bullcrap Gotta get up, get up, gotta get over I gotta wake niggas
go And fixing his fro. "The Sugar Dic Daddy Mista Lawnge" What's up Mista? Smackin' his fist-a Say keep punchin' In spite the legal come Cause we're on the one Gotta get
Big D's like E Honda, bite like Blancka, or flip Ms. Chun Li best be easy baby You'll get the fair fist from the figure only get O sopranoes Get dismantle
make the brainz blo that's alright, 24-7 that's how we flow, just lettin' you know even in blackness we activists, act as if yo ass won't get dissed get
Aiyo, where my niggas at? Fuck, my niggas is at? Where my Leaders Of The New School niggas is at? Yo, aiyo C Brown, C Brown where the fuck you at, dun
we get into this Killa Season Let's start this shit off with my man 40 Cal [40 Cal.] Who am I? 40 Cal. motherfucker Gat to your back, get down motherfucker
had to go underground to get over the pressure Battle rap from the Renaissance multi-megawatt Bury you beneath the bedrock on the bed of rocks I could never get
I won't get angry at you And before I get angry, I just won't answer you You better go get in shape or lift some weights nigga Cuz next time I see you
to move your feet See I, am, Albert Brown, and I'd like to say hello To the black, to the white, the red and the brown, the purple and yellow; but first, I gotta
down, so the ladies can get they grind on Yellow red or brown tone, call me when your guy's gone If you gotta shake that lick, them haters get they diet
't gon do shit Meet my two fingers, intro... deuces If you knew better you'd do better Wanna get the middle finger but I got two better [Chorus: Chris Brown
