away with you And our fairy tale will start So now I patiently wait 1, 2, 3, 4 The Clock ticks and I'm still Waiting for ya, waiting for ya 4, 3, 2, 1
a hoe, and I can't be witcha if 20 niggaz done hit ya, bitch I got the 4-1-1, on your hoochie cootchie Just a groupie, thinkin you can soup me But you
over everybody, adversaries cower I turn green, no wait a minute, red... fuck it, I'm blue With my sidekick, no fuck that too, my superhuman crew Demigodz
'all...yea we bust it off the top We get in that ass Preparation-H style Knock more boots than that group H-Town (Booo!) Everybody tryina tell us to wait
be you I don't wanna shake hands, or wear your G-Unit shoes Don't want you on my hooks, don't wanna be in your group Just wanna sit here and wait To
Fuck Wit My Whole Crew Frontpage Stardom, I'm The Golden Challenge (That Means We Takin Over This Shit) Can't Fuck Wit My Whole Crew Frontpage Stardom
can rock a party, like Liberace I can catch a groupie, and all the hotties Take her out and get sticky right in the lobby Then get my crew and run a
Ghetto hip-hop for the public, you love it At Lovitz, you love the Alkaholik wino Pissin off the strippers up in the spearmint rhinos [group laughter] You like that? A like da da-da [Chorus x1
whole damn crew fry The moral of the story, niggas handling it Crooked cops wanna run us out but we ain't abandoning shit Cos we from 1-1-8 wit a slum
on her back And I don't care if she a groupie or not I'm gettin head on the block and the hooptie'll drop Root-Crew been hot since back in the day And
check it in [1st Verse] I-B-N gonna handle this I-B-N gonna pimp and spit I-B-N the midst of doja everywhere I choose to sit I-B-N to making loot I-B-N a solo group
your behind i said 1-2-3-4, come on girls get on the floor a-come alive, yall a-gimme what ya got cause im guaranteed to make you rock i said 1-2-
's time to talk about the hoes with real short hair Stop two guess who? I see the 17th crew All I know is they hella inject, a.k.a. the baldin' group
[Whipser] Rocafella's the army kid. [Verse 1] [Chris] Your digits ain?t rising fam its like you're lactose and tolerant. We got fridges for the taliban
s time to talk about the hoes with real short hair Stop two guess who? I see the 17th crew All I know is they hella inject, a.k.a. the baldin' group
behind the milk box my disquise is smooth fitted like a buisness man rockin timberland boots smokin that crew to those whose put that evil on mah mind while i wait
