You've been runnin' But there's no one to run with Hey where you gonna run You've been dyin' But there's no one to stop it Oh! What are you gonna do
all my time on the table Getting sawed in half Trying to do without it I was digging a hole Now I'm filling it up I try so hard, Trying to do without it
outta your mind You've got me electrified Shock me once, Shock me twice You've got me electrified, Oh shock me! It might be wrong, Yeah! It might me a big
He runs around Like it's a monkey do situation Reach sown into his soul And get nothing at all Ride the wave In a bubble made of plastic In a water color
toupee I get what you get in 10 years, in two days Ladies love me I'm on my cool J If you get what I get what would you say She wax it all off,
My click is in it 'til it's over, never sober Bustin' over, layin' Elaine with the cane and the Rover Pray to Jehovah for the nigga with the Ruger The
atomic bomb Yeah, see it then you lick your tongue Bet that it tastes good, get you some Wicked, the ten bad bitches We sh-sh-shut it down like the club
be me Gonna make it someday gotta be somebody Say, mommy don't worry it's just you and me But, one day we will get out of this misery (Hey!) [
a jet ski limo Waterproof knockin it, ain't no stoppin it Automatic respect whenever D-Block's in it Or we can take it to the avenue too Bring the Porsche
Young Money, get like Twist dude. I can be a school boy and a a??Ga?? like Ice Cube. Like watching Next Friday, Move kid out of my way, it is my way,
and I'm bound to counterattack you Where they at? Bring it back, beat it, move it over here Move it, do it like we know it could be done Could you (mettle
do it acappella freestyle for your shoes Nigga make it hot don't get it twisted Dumb gifted Baltimore once again if you missed it Can't miss the butch, make it
pop hit It hurts don't it, a ReFugee come to your turf And take over the earth See my rhymes, are the type of fly rhymes That can only get down with
dice It was oh, so nice But it left me eatin' red beans and rice Hey Mr. Millionaire Hey Mr. Millionaire Could you loan this poor boy a dime? Hey Mr
satisfied-- hope it ain't on you. We ain't gon' let it go. Bone Thugs~N~Harmony: original. It don't matter who's right. It don't matter who's wrong; we
get it right, when it comes to ma folks, cause we gon' ball out. -Krayzie Bone- roll a little bit of weed smoke y'all out, we get everybody goin' off
its tragic Mr A-l-K-a-p-o-n-e The last man standing Rollin, ridin, slowly slidin Creepin up in da corners where you hoes be hidin Takin you over in
Money over bitches and flowers over snitches Money over bitches and flowers over snitches Mr., Mr. Scarface, pistol into yard fish (What the hell is this?) Mr., Mr