there's no place left to go.. I can't wait to hate you.. uh uh uh.. no need to call my phone cause I changed my number today a matter a fact, I
who she wit- five hundred g's and I need good homes. And I had to get a 4-1-1 900 before I let her get a number to my phone- I'm so cold even if my gutta
nigga stand back. I ain't from St. Louis, but you can get ram shacked. Look into my eyes ho, look into my eyes ho. And yeah I do numbers, except five
for war but its a different type of effect Its not violence They're just tranced by the advance Tranqued by the sound bank Put under the drum Numbed
movies, don't like them actors That's just what I go after That's what I need I-I-I be lookin' 'Cuz all these fakes thugs is tryna press up I need a
no pics but her brain on point, you dona??t want no kiss. The PMS and powerangers throwing dumb ola?? fits, just because we aina??t bring yall on 106. All your number
i can get f**k up like fiesta fiesta still moving the club i whip i the girls i love before got plenty honeys puff puff give now let me hit once more fake
and the Today Show Be on the treadmill like OK Go Had a body, a body that you can't pay fo' That means she had some D's on her but they wasn't fake though
better watch what you say to my face 'Cause I got what it takes to shake the whole place Murphy Lee's eighteen entertainin 'em Twenty one when I'm clubbin it Fake
them Treat my hollows like trash, strait dumpin' 'em Sauce Money show niggaz no love when I come for them They thought they left a real nigga on his ass black And that my numbers
I opened up too quick and all my dreams Were woken up, I slowly lost my fire With every single man a river cried I had no sensation Completely numb,
me Empty and feeling numb Wish I could take it away I can't control the need To weak to not concede Wish I was deaf and dumb Wish I could fake it I
Empty and feeling numb, wish I could take it away I can?t control the need too weak to not concede Wish I was deaf and dumb, wish I could fake it I
least I thought I was, they had the whole place barred Still thinkin' I sold drugs, ice 'em up, kick the door in, I find Satan From up top, bullets soaring, but I fake
t pretty, girl, suck on these Sorry, don't want me to talk like dat I gotta see you, girl when you walk like dat Ask your name and number and I start
That's right, album number ten, short dawg's in the house It's gettin close to the end y'all But we gonna kick it like this on the last album Now let
up hoes tryin to throw that P You're just a big freak, you better not complain When you hear these cocktails and you hear your name If you a fake bitch
rap like me or you like to be a fake Mc Three, never talk down on a player I wouldn't care if you was Fred Astaire Last but not least, number four don