Think it through, what you gonna do about me? Oh baby, what you gonna do about me? You say it's over and you're ready to move on You want to believe all the fire is gone But I feel some hesitation, even as you leave It hasn't always been easy, you and I

How you want it, bent scheme or straight blunted (2x) Yo my rap taste good in my mouth like Deer Park For your ears to list-this You don't want to miss this dun Don't be a statistic Keep your rhymes to yourself, we make fools out of niggas And write shit

I'm Tha DoggFather I put down more hits than mafioso made And Lucky Lucianno 'bout to sing soprano And I know, I know the way you feel And baby bubba we gon' keep it on tha real Just to get you caught up in amazement We puffin' on Cubans so it might get

Bitch I'm bad business (yeah), bitch I'm bad business (yeah) Yeah lil' bitch, yeah Know what goin' on lil' bitch, yeah Big dawg, lil' bitch Yeah come suck a big dick, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, ah, ah Ow, wow, wow, wow Woah, woah, woah,

Well, a goodbye never seems finished Just like these songs that I write They hang aloft like stars in the night But there's nothing there but the illusion of a light And you, you could've been mine Your mother, she's an actress And we're all putting on a

Kissed the girls and made them cry Georgy Porgy, pudding pie I never ever should have told you I'm not the only one that holds you You're my only girl You're my only world It's not your situation I just need contemplation over you I'm not so systematic

Can't forget how I fucking had that door swinging Another day we gotta get it, 'notha day we gotta get it I say 'notha day we gotta get it, 'notha day we gotta get it I wouldn't even I wouldn't even be here without that mothafuckin' door We doing

God of thunder and rock and roll The spell you're under Will slowly rob you of your virgin soul A modern day man of steel I gather darkness to please me You've got something about you You've got something I need Daughter of Aphrodite Hear my words and

That's why the lady is a tramp Life without care She gets too hungry for dinner at eight She likes the theatre and never comes late She never bothers with people she'd hate Doesn't like crap games with barons or earls Won't go to Harlem in ermine and

To get down, to get down I get loaded down To get down I get loaded I pour myself a glass of liquor and I get the blues Call me what you want but don't call past two Unless you got some liquor to contribute Daylight, woah daylight Daylight, is coming