I'll never break your heart No way (no way) Girl I'll never make you cry (make you cry) I swear (I swear, honey I swear) I'll never break your
sloppy You know that I'm eight levels above you nigga I'll plug you nigga, I never heard of you nigga, ugly nigga (what y'all gonna do now?) I'm the wrong
back I said that we're the crew that leads the pack And we'll teach ya lessons that you'll never forget Because we are the MC's that ( ? ) We're on to
righteous orders Reporters implore us, not to break the law I saw a {bitch} talkin on TV, I wanna break her jaw A teleprompter, can never describe what I
bullet of a nut, now that's a shotgun weddin' Wanna fuck cause I make music? Pssst Nice to know ya I faked an orgasm, not I'm a cum-poser Treat you to
So fresh, that when I was young I learned to drive women crazy with my tongue [rest] (Now, that's fresh...) [J.D.L.] Yeah - well, I get wild [rest] (What makes you say that
shit off, SHIT.. fuck him. That's it, I'm done, I promise, I'm done. That's it. I'm sorry. No more. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I promise. I just believe in
next Michael Jackson If your askin' what I did as a kid to get licks Broke my mom's wooden spoons usin' 'em as drumsticks I wasn't a dumb kid, I got good
finish I'll never be settled until the sucker's diminished I'm never nervous, quality service is what I'm givin My lyrics are funky because yo, that's how I
ya right) And now I'm left with nothing else to say That be the Night that I Called it A Day (Called it a Day) [Verse 4] I'm gonna throw thoughts to
That's my shit, that's my shit nigga, that's my shit Everything I got I worked for That's my shit, that's my shit nigga, that's my shit [Verse 1: Sean
and you'll never see me shakin Never breakin lots of money that I'm makin If you double-cross me then I'll be your undertaker I will never be-friend you
the new shit (They'll never stop it) [Cuban Linx] Yo it's the lyrical fly guy, that drive by your block in the Benz I be hittin skins while I'm givin
my music's good for all queers Cause I make your ear-ring, bitch!? ears and all ears? . Call us the mafia. We got the fuckin' mob' here. Gimme the hate
beat stops*} Fuck him, that's it, I'm done, I promise, I'm done, that's it I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I promise I just believe in kickin a man
s the hoes at? And the Old Gold black, icy cold fat Wack MC's yo, where's your clothes at? End the drama, that's word to your momma..