gone be to the spot But first let's take it to the floor Come on let's see what ya got- [Verse 2:] Told her show me what ya got Girl ya fine as hell
your backbone quiver, I hop up in ya Shots of that liquor, got you lawed by your liver now Run tell your friends, how a real nigga did ya Let you bust
stop you [Pac] Hold it down [Kas] Killuminati and we got you, got you Yo Makaveli they can't stop you [Pac] Hold it down [Kas] Killuminati and we got you, got
and that A.K. come out You can squeeze ya lil handgun until you run out And you can run for ya back-up But them machine gun shells gone tear ya back up God's on ya
later Minds kill, niggas lost so they gotta catch up like Hossfield Your team don't squeeze, guess what, mines will Or stop till there's a million a show like Seinfield Plus we got
Brown Know what I'm saying good looking, and all my peoples C Boogie, My nigga K.B., Know what I'm saying, Jay and all my peoples Dame we in this motherfucker, know what
like a librarian and keep your ass quiet I'm out to catch the winner's cup All you number one contenders just got knocked to the runner's up What nigga what
rap if you want, muthafuckers When it's all said and done, we gon see what's what Holla at Hov, I'll be in the cut (What, huh) The, the Roc, the the,
up eat a mothafuckin' dick! I'm lookin' at the mothafuckin' frontline. I see Violent J....Anybody Killa...and that mothafuckin' dead homie, BLAZE!! See
Freddy Knuckles Throw in the blows, do ya Hollywood shuffle I touch you, clap once, clap twice, out ya light I'm G.E., I bring gun elect' to ya life So
s Surrounded by drama parada bitches Got a Cron Dada, blanks out, spit by Lamas with this production Got hoes suckin dick I flow reluctant if you got
they claimed the body of his work was the same thing as a priceless painting Never mattered to him, the art galleries hated him cause Thomas K.K. called
on me got a frosted out hand(hand), White colored lamb lookin like a snowman(man), Hundred karat chain see the neck they like, "dayuuum" Chea! Ya'll know
me I'm Murder a.k.a. Mr. Mussolini Yo Killa Cam you know my mellow my nigga Get on the mic and squeeze them emcee triggers BLOOOOWWWW [Killa Kam:] These girls got
a 850 beamin' I'm like K-Ci and Jo-Jo, love you got me fiendin' [CHORUS] [Pharrell] Oh girl ya taste is Sweet like mornin' dew I would go crazy girl
in the club beat) We represent, what? (We still represent the streets) It's still Tha Row (Baby, we still spendin' star bucks) And what we throwin' up
got a shooter on my thigh we high, gotta evade the escapade option 1 was deleted, option 2 I must complete it out to raid, your whole sector squeeze ya for ya
