idiot, hip-hop's your heart over here} So throw your motherfuckin hands in the air (Hip-hop belongs to us soldiers over here) {You stupid, hip-hop's your heart
You break me down My heart, it pounds Yeah, you got me With my hands up Put your hands up Put your hands up No, the party dont stop until I walk
Dare Y'all To Stop On The 'shaw, And King Boulevard Pull It Hard, Doogie Howser Pullin Bullets Out Your Jaw Turn Your Round Trip Into A One-Way Ticket
down my heart, it pounds yeah, you got me with my hands up put your hands up put your hands up now, the party don't start until i walk in don't stop
I Dare Y'all To Stop On The 'shaw, And King Boulevard Pull It Hard, Doogie Howser Pullin Bullets Out Your Jaw Turn Your Round Trip Into A One-Way Ticket
Loyal to the love alost, sitting at your fucking door in utter disbelief I sucked all of the skin off of my teeth you pulled away, you let me choke on your
eaten The teeth tearing into it The tongue tasting its savour And the hunger for that taste Now take away that flesh he said Take away the teeth and the
in the chime, in your mind, you fall behind Picking up your rhyming skill, I am fulfilled, when I kill at will Still number one for fun, kill another one Battle your
to see a grown man cry Sometimes my homies stop by They're smoking joints and get the high Spirit, if they could only know that I hear it when they cough Hear
my heart, it pounds yeah, you got me with my hands up put your hands up put your hands up now, the party don't start until i walk in don't stop, make