t understand Why we are the first Ones to push them away With lists they must obey So tell me I want to know, How we should deal how we can deal with it
seeing in the room Got a deal with me, goin do the deal for free Was getting currency since C was still with P (who?) Currency I know you feel me G I
everywhere! GREGGERY issued a memo on it, whereupon the entire contents of the Steno Pool identified with it STRENUOUSLY, and WORSHIPPED IT as a WAY
it, played on it See a mill like nothing, how we weigh it homie My honey, she know I'm good with the K Doin' it how my niggas did it back in the day
just past dawn But the jungle drums are beating With the tales from late last night Cause the stories bear repeating For everyone's delight You can hear it
Verse One: Prodigy I used to be in love with this bitch named E&J Don't fuck with her anymore now I fuck with Tanqueray Tanqueray introduced me to her first cousin Gold Last
could take it in writing or she could take it in blood If you don't leave I'll put your face to the rug Face it your done, when I found you was a crumb
side of things I used to be in love with this bitch named E and J Don't fuck with her anymore now I fuck with Tanqueray Tanqueray introduced me to her first cousin Gold Last
. The alley was reserved for the nuns, for their Tuesday night tournaments; it was a pizza party. And the lounge was decorated to look like a cave: every surface was covered with
f*** it, it's just bail Me, I'm a very big deal With some very big work on a very big scale Cop it, object, put it in the pot Then rock it, put it out
Cassie and cornrows I told her, "Next time let the pussy get it drippin' Bitch, put some dick in your life, now, quit trippin'" She said, "Motherfuck you, I'm takin' it
already got three chil'run Arguin' over babysitters like, ""*****, it's yo' turn" Damn 'Ye, it'd be stupid to ditch you Even your superficial raps is super official R-R-Roc Pastille with Gucci on With
deal with this I live with the side effects But I ain't gonna let them get the best of me Forgive but I can't forget Every day I deal with this I live
nigga let men toss his salad like croutons I fuck with Fab get my DJ Clue on Sit inside Hot 97 with no tools on And it don't matter IF it's Sway or
house Tuesday on the island Not much goin' on The parties are all over They ended just past dawn The jungle drums are beating With the tales from late last
over babysitters like, "Bitch - it's yo' turn!" Damn 'Ye, it'd be stupid to ditch you Even your superficial raps is super official R-R-R-Roc pastel with Gucci on With
