ain't talkin shit I'ma see ya when you make a mill When you make a mill When ya make a mill, I'ma see ya Respected by gee's cos I never tried to be
get yo' ass in and let's R I I I I I I D E Check 'em out now R I I I I I I D E, yeah And let's R I I I I I I D E Check 'em out now R I I I I I I D E
this here is the victory lap Then I'm leavin', that's how you get me back After a year of them 16's, it's one point two And that's two point four, and
you got a long walk, tryna fit Timbaland's shoes And next up(I believe that's me) And what's your name(D.O.E. on the M-I-C) And where you from(NYC, we
C-A-T E-M-P-I-R-E-S G-O-T A Party H-A-P-P-E-N-I-N-G and it's a G-O-Double N-A be seeing The break of dawn Then keep on rockig it Can you tell me something
me act a fool (what!) Don't make me act a fool (what!) Don't make me act a fool (what!) Don't make me act a fool (what!) Don't make me act a fool (what
think I deserve a chance I'm a bad motherfucker Go on, ask some motherfuckers A young handsome motherfucker I sling that wood, I just nunchuk 'em And who you wit'? And what's
I got my own steps And I got my own style Overseas money, honey Me turn up a long time R-O-S-C-O-E I done Blew up like a landmine And I'm winnin' by a
Hollywood rockstars, back on the road Limos with full bar F-E-R-G-I-E F-E-R to the G (Will.I.Am) Fergie Ferg rock hard most definatly on the M-I-C
the A, to the S-T-E-Y, girl you tasty T, to the A, to the S-T-E-Y, girl you tasty D, to the E, to the L-I-C-I-O-U-S To the D, to the E, to the, to the
Polly with mya, in d.c. Doin calypso, it's all about me, so ask sisqo And "don't let it go to your head," now N.o.r.e., I'm still good in the
Louis Vuitton, Gucci and Prada A nigga like jungle to always come through Shine in yo hood whenever the fuck you want to 'Cause I'ma B R A V E H E A R
R I C K R O S S, standin' there dressed fresh Gettin' pussy, hell yes, Ross, Ross You know me, I walked up in the spot, the baby's be goin' crazy While
radio Misfits twilight zone R A M O N E S, R A M O N E S, Ramones Bad boy rock, bad boy roll, gabba gabba see them go C.J now hit the gas, Paul takes
Fuck the D.E.A. and the F.B.I. I.R.S. can kiss my ass, U.C.P.D., F.C.C. Y'all better quit too 'fore a nigga come blast you Blast you, hit 'em up like
house and take your shit away Thought you had a friend, but I'm a nigga gettin' paid Real swift, here's a gift, comin'at you is a bullet The psychopathic