connections with systems belly up before i'm up and running scratching off what leaves me in the dirt ready and willing with hands that i can't stop killing
connections with systems belly up before i'm up and running scratching off what leaves me in the dirt ready and willing with hands that i can't stop
meanwhile let's hit the market (Yeah) Sitting hot dinner on the carpet I feed you strawberries and chocolate in my apartment In my apartment, slip into your sexy garment Candle lights and music
What? Spit what man? Man I don't know where that shit be comin' from dawg for real Ain't no fuckin' rapper man 16 I don't know Jay If you don't believe
Music industry man: What kind of song do you want? Jennifer Lopez: Something hot and spicy! [melody comes on] Jennifer Lopez: Spicier. [melody changes
You cyaan't keep a Badman down Ram It Up Play the music that the dance people prefer Fling It Up Still dem fickle and dem change like the weather Mash
and bigger Only 19 when I seen 6 figures Lord knows I'm a sinner, knows my dilemma Keep a thick knott, in my hard blue denim Let the hot water simmer
Jesus walking with me For dying for me Raising for me And all my sins have been forgiven I'm a changed man I'm healed, I'm delivered, I'm rich And it
man, I can't tell like if the door rang now Now, to the ladies in the house when you come in the place It ain't a bunch of niggaz all up in your face The music
thousand dollars worth of chump change, chicken feed A criminal record a full of dirty deeds Givin' niggaz black eyes and bloody lips Cauliflower ears and extra clips Gun clappin' music
over and flip it Ballatician, man, ballaholic I'm ballerific Stop and listen give me yo undivided attention 40 talk like E.F. Hutton... shhhh, people listen Man
, There ain't no man that can't be caught. Let me tell you something else. She changed a tiger into a lamb, Tell you, her love sure puts this man in
holes in his head He a dead man for thinking he can walk through muddy waters like Redman Banks blacked out and let the gun blam without a M-E-T-H-O-D Man
in his head He a dead man for thinking he can walk through muddy waters like Redman Banks blacked out and let the gun blam without a M-E-T-H-O-D Man
militia)" Verse one: big shug If heads only knew how I felt about the rap game They'd relocate, and change their fuckin name I eradicate movefakers
People tell us that we play to loud But they don't know what our music's about We never listen to the record company man They try to change us and ruin
ya Hot our music our music Come enjoy the fun Don't ya wanna move Just make ya wanna groove Does this feelin' get to you Let Us get you Hot our music
