all the lyrics on the dancefloor To raise your spirit level 'cause it demands more Tricky Attitude is cool degrees below zero Up against the wall behaving
that ruins most of her days From her perfection was expected an exec that workin' hard without receivin' any raise At night she cries when she lays Then she wakes up, washes up
's a cold world, I'm not fronting like it isn't It's no time for coming up shorter than a midget Y'all know I'ma raise the bar though like Bridget See
, I think your are afraid of the heat [R] This was Da Night B4 My Shit Drop [I] Maybe there's just too much pressure on a rapper Whose album comes out
black heat, it make the ride complete In the new driver seat, always be balling If the trunk raise up, the bumper kit start falling A Screwed Up legend
drop Got the Got the damn top drop, top drop, top drop Got the damn top Got the damn top drop Got the Got the damn top drop, top drop, top drop Got the
[Intro] Yo, lets get it popping up in here yo Yeah, there it go Yeah, thats what I was lookin' for Ayo, check it out son Im'ma show these cats how we
is keep collecting dough Go get it, and come back get that white as snow Candied doors, yeah they open up and close Run up on us bitch you won't run up
up and see If we get angels pinnin' my ankles bloody murder fuck wit Jesus He done creeping deep puttin' those to sleep Till I raise up on my enemies
The [unverified] is pickup all the lyrics on the dance floor To raise your spirit level 'cause it demands more Attitude is cool degrees below zero Up
floor, and raise it up Then you hit 'em in the head 'til your days is up You blazin' what, playboy you frail and butt You know when Bad Boy drops, all
ain't wind up to be dumber nigga, only to be different So all the shit that you think we are, the shit that we isn't When you raised up, where I come
raise it bigga Fifteen percent make the whole world sit up And take notice, Na Na take over y'all take quotas, to hit papa Straight out the gate y'all, we drop
pant leg, balls tucked in my socks I ain't gotta act tough to get a couple of props Little nigga raised hisself, I don't know what's up with my pops Do
called me the night he died, said he ain't make it All hysterical, phone dropped off the dresser Ma you calm down, you got high blood pressure See I
, Clansmen are the nucleus of hiphop There's no room for error, M C's will get dropped Evidence of terrifying threats from heat pressure Power by strong
a reason for being in the Gulf We waited for congress to speak up illegal build up But no one would wake up Our representatives were Milli Vanilli's
me, kinda like a digit It's a cold world, I'm not frontin' like it isn't It's no time for comin' up shorter than a midget Ya'll know I'm a raise the