't know why I keep calling Why I keep calling you [Ryan Leslie] It's time for a lesson in model behaviour Damn, look at all the bad b-tches I gave you
Your vision jaded by the Grammys on the mantelpiece Just switch your camera lenses You would see the agony Apparently it's damaging the man you see before you
they whip me The damage is done Source Magazine, you're the first one You try to dis Chuck, Cube and me How the fuck you pick us 3? You punk motherfuckers
worth five mics (uh-huh) A twelve song LP, that's thirty-six mics (uh-huh) And while you win Un Hype (uh-huh) I spit on your snipe and tell you {fuck you
it really don't matter if you cuss or bust, fuck it! Every nigga can feel it cause they recognizin the realest But nigga, try me, you really be jeopardizin
nothin'. If I give you all of my trust will you fuck it all up for the love of lust? Hoes, I loves you so, but unlike my friend, you're just my foe.
whoever shot, before you pull it Better know what you're gon' do and who's who Guaranteed to bring the flames, got that fire When you're listening,
you're runnin And there's plenty of bloodshed There's no sympathy over killin I already warned you You crossed the path of a maniac So now you're a goner
me and that ain't how it's supposed to be Nigga want respect but what do you show me you Playa hate and anticipate the day that you can see me fall Better
Magnum Man, I feel bad for my family But in death it's a safer place Than bein' amongst these chumps and scavengers Then one of my niggas say He said, "I'll see you
incidents Said I smoke and snatchin purses you heard this lil EZ told me Bitch clonin little EZ's niggas so fuck you you weren't original Mono y mono
my incidents said I smoke and snatchin' purses you heard this lil' EZ told me Bitch clonin' little EZ's niggas so fuck you, you weren't original Mono
doin' this shit from Cleveland to L.A. Nigga whatever you niggas want we bringing it Thug Luv nigga what time is it? I don't give a fuck where you lay
pick-pick muthafucka, I holler atcha (but you ain't gotta fuck with that snow no mo') Why you say that, low? (cause I'm the funky little niggaroe) I couldn't hear you You
) Long as you was ridin', you ain't need to have a gang (let's do it again) And even back then chicks was starvin' the church status (do it a) You even
sufferin' And worst then that You let me Get my hands on you So I'm takin' advantage And that shit that you pulled Ain't do me no damage You don't know
could scare the shit like komodo (ha) You ain't gonna pop so what the hell you hold your lamma for? Act like you know, ghost, fuck all ya'll, one. Nigga
get critical damages, But I rap to good its no need for bandages, You the man in your city, Cool. When Im out performin? right after you, Im sorry but you
