You trust, you must Confess Is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you? Is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you
be abused? Is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you? Is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you? Are you
nigga on your trail, when you rolling a Lac Bout two cars behind, on the 1100 stretch Running you down, catch up I'm gunning you down By this time next week, you
you know I'm Cute All The ladies say! I'm Cute I'm Cute I'm Cute And you know I'm Cute All The ladies say! I'm Cute I'm Cute I'm Cute And you
give you nothing but the Gas Face You better go, for hoppin on the cab or bus Cause you're downtown and you're simply too fabulous But get this, ain't
bed, lay me on your sofa Call before you come, I need to shave my cho-cha You do or you don't or you will or you won't cha Go downtown and eat it like
and over again, and again Yo, when you hear talk of the southside, you hear talk of the team See niggas feared Prince and respected Preme For all you
position, you know how it goes In my Bentley bumpin' Prince shit "This is When Thugs Cry" This is what it sounds like when hollow tip slugs fly Homie, this is somethin' you
feet With a fly Prada dress, I'm impressed, never the less You flowing with the best, nice nipples on your breasts Street Mary Jane, you my candy cane
you're gettin' played And where you was at, you shoulda stayed Now you search for aid, no one to save you And all your so-called men betrayed you They
you happy is my hobby But still you say I'm sloppy If love was a crime you'd be charged with heart robbery Holiday Inn, platinum skins You my best friend
[Intro: 9th Prince] Aiyo 9th Prince let's flash it back Illest this is how I see it Let 'em know ya'll get ready [9th Prince:] Yo as my mind travel
Word up, Baby Jesus locked down You know? That's it, man That's all I gotta say to y'all niggas You know? Then watch me spit Lyrical warfare, word up [9th Prince
from the wack Fuck who you are kid, fuck where you representin at Cuz basically my mentality is on some '93 shit When you had to Protect Ya Neck in this
crude, I do have prove you I could care less about ya cryin' and boo-hoos You, roll with troups who wear too-toos You don't rhyme in ciphers you rhyme
flossing like I struck it rich And it's no stopping me, how low can you skip? This, CD power hour, and this our shit And, even if you bought it, yo, we
