wrote the gospel on giving up (You look pretty sinking) But the real bombshells have already sunk (Prima donnas of the gutter) At night we're painting your trash gold while you
o-o-o Canada oh you're no fan of us? 'cause our movie and TV shows are so amateur? yeah, we laugh it off, that don't really bother me look, we ain't
has their private world Where they can be alone Are you calling me? Are you trying to get through? Are you reaching out for me? I'm reaching out for you
all these rappers you would swear I had a hit list Everyone who doubted me is asking for forgiveness If you aint been a part of it at least you got to
you mad son! Tell them niggaz why you mad son! (OK, gentlemen please, one at a time) Tell em why you mad son, word up, tell em why you mad son! YouknowhatI
just how you got into debt You lost when you nodded your neck Through the vest, through the chest that you tried to protect Take the voice that you try to project, check Darin' you
like, dad, can you get my freak on? (OH THAT'S CRAZY) Cause he couldn't last one minute long (OH THAT'S CRAZY) I'm like boy, don't you know I'm addictive
me Thought you said, thought you said that you loved me Thought you said, thought you said that you need me Thought you said, thought you said you complete me Thought you said you
my stank on Hang on, you wasn't shit before we came on You know you lame, homes, you do the same song Over and over again, you buy the game, homes Nigga, you
to motherfuckers, who ain't go no cake When you all fucked up and can't get no break When your fake ass friends, don't help you out when you need it
Asked you how you look, are you ready? You tell her you look hot, not to worry at all Niggas will be shook, y'all doin' it heavy She's telling you she
you wan't some more (Ho!!!) [P. Diddy] Baby, we'll leave your crotch out And peep the way we be blowin them spots out [Busta Rhymes] Come on, look how
girl rollin....And it look like (Come on) They asses is swollen (And they ass gettin big now) But if your man baby sittin, then what you gon' say (What
-A-Ling Weighed on the triple beam Guarantee you five or less Means I can make you cream I see you got these boyfriends Spendin' money buyin' bling I know you
'm talkin armageddon shit, they "Yes, you the Marines" Ain't gon be no chance, you bout to go to sleep Hit you where you breathe and then you feelin like
want, she gonna give me any bitch i need hold my pussy, hold my... ..makes me sick,...this is how i got rich, ...'till you get on my nerve, .... look at
is back [Chorus] [Verse 2] Peel the top off the pot jus like a lobster Off white substance side n it aint pasta Damn right he know what he doin look at
Turn the music down low and let the 'llac creep Fuck the police, I give a damn if they catch me Wait a minute that's that nigga looking at me Let off 50 shots you