(Jae Millz) Black And Grey Pink Stripes Marc Jacobs Hard Bottoms Im Fly Spreadin My Wings Like ??? And My Date Yea She Beautifoul Too She Went Easy On
gym, strip tease on a pole She was so obsessed with her body and clothes To every party she goes, tryin' hard to be toast They say it's hard for a pimp but extra hard
, get drunk, grab a *** and chill Eat a meal, then back to the hood for more action Promotin' Red Gone Wild with no backin? Doc get five on the mic like Joe
shears in his long bony hands Fixed is his gaze on a bare-bellied "joe" Glory if he gets her, won't he make the ringer go Chorus Click go the shears
in the Night I'm a give it to you baby I'm a give it to you right [sapphira] Would you do whatever I want? Would you give me all that I need? [fat joe
I'll square up? You can't be hopin' I'm hard on a bitch, I was trained in Oakland I never turned in my player card Ask anybody, they'll say I'm hard
bout to do He said, just kickin' back waitin on the fellas Bout to go eat at Della's I said it sure sounds good to me I can't go tho, gotta hit Myrtle
number two just to be number one Now I'ma step on you, bring it to yo yard Bogart for arts, we go hard You frauds just blow hard like broads, I coast
old school like Nah rude boy, what d'ya mean, what d'ya mean, what d'ya mean you fool Go on then, go on then draw for the tool Think that you're hard
still twitch off Jay Z O's an animals skirts get mirked don't ever let a nigga tell you slugs don't hurt don't ever let a nigga tell you play the bar hard
be scared A real nigga gonna do whatever he has to A man is the last thing you should fear It ain't considered a crime unless they catch you We all die one day (Obie Trice go
down at the car wash Where all it ever does is rain Don't you feel like you're a rider on a downbound train She just said, "Joe, I gotta go We had
the lambs To my man Chi-Ali, silence the lambs To my man Jazzy Jay, silence the lambs To my partner Diamond D, silence the lambs To my man Fat Joe, silence
Joe to dig the grave and carry up some chairs It took us seven hours and I guess we must've drunk a case of beer I guess I oughta go and watch them put
you better get yours Get yours,go for yours Get yours,go for yours Get yours Get yours everytime the opportunity knocks And don't chill-out too hard
We ain't wishin these niggaz good luck, go get a clover This Bun B, it's "B.E. 3," this shit is over [Crooked I] SLAUGHTERHOUUUUUSE! (Whoo, Kiiiiiiiid!) [Joe
like you, We just in this bitch chillin with my partna screw, fixin to give it to this boy goin flip his tounge, man go on go long go strong. (Big Moe
Ether Boy, Def Jam Ghostface, Ron Browz Oh, oh, oh It's no special when them shots go down You can catch one in the gut and go down The silencers work