I know what I need, I know what I like (Breakdown): I mean no one else was there No one could do it better I'd be my own biggest fan My worst critic
(Paul D. Fitzgerald - B. Tyler/ Paul D. Fitzgerald - John Stage) I watched you move - so self assured So merciless - so quiet You chose your prey -
going for self and yeah life's a bitch Don't you know it - we feel ashamed but won't show it Is the difference I take my chance and you blow it ? I do
me you a mummy I'm out to get flesh dummy money bustin outta my socksand my sweats get cash but alota my gwaps in a check [Hook: Juelz] Ugh that's my
even when I hear your name) Dead on arrival from my self-denial (I can't even breathe) Boy what you do to me [D. Woods] Got my heart out in the cold
every car that I rolled out triple deal wheels to match my grill How you haters feel to see the pimp and the gangsta ridin off this here? my diamond
a new page, time to unleash my rage [Chorus] [Frukwan] Yo, look in my eyes, tell me what you see in the dark Want a move me out my seat like Rosa Parks
I'm coming through and my glock leaps And they stop breathin You tell his muthafuckin mama:'stop grievin' Cause we're not leavin Until she know how to feels
bopping bitch, cause she ain't getting no love I'd rather be flipping on the wood grain, until the break of day When I'm thoed off they by my side, ready
my total existence, dawg, straight up Everything with my life revolves around music It's like... you can't get a relationship with.. I'm still with.. my
Malcolm Tellin' my publicist, fuck this government Go 'head and make my album, this is the judgment Vacate the island, billions will start wildin' The feelin
's janitor's basement hiding place (my brother I'm telling you) your body is life your soul is immortal (Circus) upon hearing this you may be awakened feel
m out for the big bucks and NO WHAMMIES You can't stand it! Make em feel the impact and I ain't even in Miami Handlin with my man 'nem in Atlanta And
Graham Robert Wood is flying in the sky You'd think that he'd need wings But it's incredible, I have seen it with my own eyes Graham Robert Wood is flying
my dirt Balling down on Beale Street Sipping on a pint of syrup Chopping up the chronic weed Picking all the fucking seeds Trying to slow my roll In my
up out my way, Bun Beeda handlin biz On my sheeit [Chorus] [Bun B:] Well if you had yo'self a pimp and you had yo'self a G And you put 'em both together
' it down for the northern cal, livin' a life considered foul Why do I gangbang? it's just my thang, got a short in my brain, huh so now Here I come with
