If you wanna get down, throw another touchdown Get back to the corner, get slewed couple rounds I'm still in the B-Town, I'm still in downtown I'm in the B's, yeah Know just by the way that you talk I can tell there's something in you, hoe Look at me

(Men Talking) You know what I'm sayin though, yo I been hearin shit about this kid X, man I think that nigga bullshit(Yeah) word up,I been hearin mad shit about he be robbin niggaz and shit, (Yeah what you know about that),I'm just sayin man, what people

You know that bitch baby He's talking shit about our clique But he don't crazy You see the writing on my dick You know that trick, Tracy Yeah, she's making me sick Living that life We used to do the same shit Shit gets drastic

In our rockin' chairs That are going to fly by like lightning so they say These are the nights (yeah) The good times that we left the wild side out to play These are the Sunday mornings We talked to the Lord, get right with the man upstairs Get back to

But I know, yeah I know, yeah I know Talking to myself I'm just talking to myself All the walls that you keep building All this time that I spent chasing All the ways that I keep losing you The truth is, you turn into someone else You keep running like

No, I, am not I'm not addicted to sex But, girl, I guarantee that if you lay with me You just might be You just might be, yeah Let me talk to 'em I guess you know you made it when they start talking 'bout you, right? Welcome to fame Y'all don't pay me no

When I saw you, when I saw you and that girl And y'all was talking Something deep down in my soul said, "Go on, go on and cry girl" Something told me that it was over, baby, yeah Something deep down When I saw you, when I saw you with that same person

Don't talk to me, get your bread up We eatin', all my niggas fed up Bitch broke, shut up And we used to fuck but I got fed up Bitch you broke, shut up Yeah we used to fuck but I got fed up You a ho rat, that pussy throwback I’m tryna fuck, you ain’t

Shawty gettin' freaky and nasty (Woo!) I'm a rich ass nigga, you a bitch ass nigga I'ma put face in it Nigga, quick fast, nigga Got a stick, grrragh Hit your bitch ass nigga Better talk to me nice when you hit that, nigga, yeah Heard my mama workin' with

You talk too much about me I don't really care about this You make things up about me And I don't ever waste a minute That you would've came up about me From people we love You make things up about me, yeah Now you telling lies on me