girl that you don't know? (A female begins talking sexy) Have you ever been sitting in your Now, hold on, think with your mind and not with your
real I'd rather puff a l in my act Or creap thru the streets with my seats layed back Or now I'm the versatile tile They keep it to my now, my made style
at the airport better believe I'ma get my trees I smoke the whole pound, met a broad and now we out of town Got married and divorced, and ever since then
wall's red Her life is fucked, she sad now, her son is dead [Hook] I told her I'm her worst nightmare This is hell, you don't ever gotta fight fair My
now....unite a little revolution of the pants Yes...right now. (Track 15 - Bert & Ernie Pants) These are not my pants These are not my pants These are not
SHORE IS LITTERED WITH HULLS OF THE BURNT OUT SHIPS, AND THE AMBER WHEYS OF GRAINS ARE NOW A MEMORY, RIOTS AND LOOTERS YOUR FRIENDS ARE NOW YOUR ENEMY
let them hata's tell it (Verse 1) The King of the countdown who rollin' with the price now Still make the ladies get wet like a deck town Cool as I ever
maxwell - over chorus] You tried to do me Yeah, but you see baby I am not the one I ain't havin it Yeah Yeah.. Interlude: grand puba maxwell Now see
The last line of defense Feel the pressure Yo, you better plan ahead, gather your thoughts I'm not gonna be the one wit no chair when the music stops
screamin they hot, but really they not Beatin you all to the ground like six l.a. cops Put your fist up in the air if you ever been shot And lived to
clear the mucus Stick tissue up my nose to stop the snot from makin spots To be or not I still give niggaz polka dots for plots Now richard dawson had
best hotty out? And will they ever let gotti out? Am I real? feel free to try me out Guaranteed eternally, you signin out I only bang quarters, not
my liquidatin flows transpose on niggaroles Individuals, close they eyes, cause I blurred they visuals And I'm about to be as large as Houdini in a minute (Now
re sixty-five. No need to hurry Not a worry left But to keep alive. Not another premium to pay All we got to do now is play and play. Six years or seven
s no time to begin a new life, Now I've finally made a perfect landing. I'm afraid there's no room for a wife, Not unless she's uniquely understanding
happening? (come on!) [Interlude: Method Man (Busta Rhymes)] Yeah... let 'em talk, nigga, come on Bust (Aiyo, Meth, let me get at these niggaz) Yeah! [Busta Rhymes] Now
flesh onto his spine now I'm feelin' the effects of the acid stamp I'll throw all the faggots in New York in a concentration camp any bitch I ever dated