't know it doesn't mean we have to throw it away i didn't know i can't believe it but i see it and i can't change your mind cause i can't change your
Patience lil label nigga you won't rush this I got the hammer money sweetie you can't touch this I got a revolutionary flow in every scenerio Coming through ya stereo
phantom ghost Looking better the picasso ya'll should frame me Killing niggaz kunta kinte ya'll should hang me [Chorus] Rap game fucked up but you can't
deserve a burial Doni??t cry for me this aini??t mothafucking Mario Yeah, and Polow isni??t at my session Iti??s the anticipation keeping everybody guessing like [Chorus] Look
Don't finish the wars when they ain't over I love you thugs, but all them skeletons got so close And they got so ? If it ain't ? This family that don't
her love But then she asked for my love back And all I had was too short raps I can't lie, I tried to try Your fun not one, but don't asked why Short
They can't resist, the mc mc mc thing That too too too too too short thing Beyotch, I don't stop Never ever ever will smoke that rock Beyotch, I don't
back of the car Playing Too $hort in your stereo I couldn't even hear your radio Cuz just can't quit it short done took it Found it like a tag ain't nothing
back of the car Playing Too $hort in your stereo I couldn't even hear your radio 'cause just can't quit it short done took it Found it like a tag ain't
Ghetto style Dee-Jays Don't touch that stereo Ghetto bass, Ghetto bass Ghetto bass, Ghetto bass What's up, party people, we're back again Bringin' you
that dick Nigga you got ice than rock that shit Real niggas they don't hide they shit We live and die for niggas we ride wit Fuck tha fame you can have
The look of the .. it ain't It ain't always a taste, my ex girl, she has such a beautiful face, I want her love, but not for myself, So ..the girl she
a habit, but tricks ain't for silly rabbits Flawless style that'll make you shake Girls cry me a river like Timberlake That's like music that's trapped in a stereo
no problem, cool Sent to the earth to educate the fool Waiting around for my shell to crack After that you can't hold me back Looking out for the danger
wasn't practical I'd rather led a tactful, tractical, track for your fancy In fact I can't see, or can't imagine A man who ain't a lover of beats or
day How you rate music That thugs with Nothin' relate to it? I help them see they way Through it, not you Can't step in my pants Can't walk in my shoes
back (UH OH! UH OH! UH OH!) The word is back (UH OH! UH OH! UH OH!) Yessir the word is back [fades out: "Yes, the word is back..."]
