[Intro: Ghostface Killah] Fuck the whole industry!!!! You tried to get rid of me!!! Y'all must be kiddin me!! Y'all must be kiddin me!!! Aiyyo fuck the
Baby, this is your last dance, you know how you do it There's no nigga like you And there'll never be another nigga like you Put your foot on these motherfuckers
(Intro: JD) After the party its the waffle house if u ever been there u know what i'm talkin about where people dont dance all they do is this and after
is at? We got the real live shit Fuck y'all niggaz wanna do It's all fucked up now What I'ma do now, huh? What I'ma do now? It's all fucked up now
like the late Bob Marley Pardon me y'all, the great Bob Marley Solemnly we mourn, all the rappers that's gone Niggaz that got killed in the field and all
know Loon best at foreplay I get hugs and kisses all day, trips to Norway, sip Crisses all day (woo) Plus wrists be all gray, plus five speed shiftin all
Oh yeah, I like this, ladies and gentlemen This all time, the time you've all been waitin' for Let's do it, do it, do it This is a Bad Boy, Flipmode collaboration
baby, Hows your day I'll say crazy, But its all gonna be alright, You'll kiss my smile, I'll pull you closer, Spend awhile just gettin' to know ya, But its all
, I'ma get it, 'cause I?ma go getta You know we trap all day, we play all night This is the life of a, the life of a, go getta, go getta, go getta You
(You lookin too gooood. What you standin over there by yourself for.. Wont you come over here... Unh.. I think its time we take a trip, tell me where
mistaken thinkin' you gon get it easy First of all you need to know that I'm not the one Think you gettin' somethin' baby, you aint gettin' none All
Oh, oyy Yeah, yeah Baby, I know when we started out There were things you didn't know But, baby girl, we got a lotta things we need to discuss I know
floor Honey, there sure ain't nothing like you lovin' me all night long And all I can think about, all I can think about All I can think about is gettin
There's a boy named Billy from up there in Virgini He makes that lightnin' holler in them hills He's got a recipe handed down from his Pappy In a shiny
there They got caught up in the moment, caught up, caught up At 20,000 feet on a South West flight She whispered to him, "We ain't got all night" So
there, but it ain't right Fuckin' police lights Its all going down that road blocks I never seen that many cops It was a setup, my whole damn crew's gettin
bitch with hair, a bitch with none A bitch with a knife, a bitch with a gun A bitch with a ass big as a TV set And there's a bitch over there, hey, the
speakin' of Peace to all the gangsters 'cuz I gotta lotta love Gotta lotta love Yo, this is goin' out to all the gangbangers All over South Central, Watts, Inglewood All
