Well, you know All right, all right, all right Don't you know it's gonna be We all want to change the world You say you want a revolution You tell me that it's evolution But when you talk about destruction Don't you know that you can count me out You say

DTP we got them guns that go Yea I'm all about that pistol player, cold blooded killer Niggaz recognize my name, I dub the young dealer You better tell ya man that with the gauges I'm nice Ill shoot up y'all white shirts until y'all look like dikes But

Tell her about it You got to tell her about it Tell her everything you feel Tell her all your crazy dreams Let her know you need her Let her know how much she means I don't want to see you let a good thing

Hello? Oh my God I know this ain't you calling me again Oof, ooh my God Yeah, yeah, it's him What in the fuck did I tell you about calling me? You found out 'bout who? Yeah, I bet you did found out about him who Yeah, I fuck with him, I fuck with him for

I'll tell you about it some time, the time we left I'll still destroy you some day, sleep well beast, you as well beast We've been stuck out here in the hallway for way way too long I'm at a loss, I'm at a loss I'm losing grip, the fabric's ripped Go

That's what I like about you (What I like about you) Keep on whispering in my ear Tell me all the things that I wanna hear 'Cause it's true, that's what I like about you What I like about you You hold me tight Tell me I'm the only one Wanna come over

Take me downtown barney lock me up Read me my rights put me in cuffs And I’ll do my time raise my right hand And I’ll tell the judge I’ll do that shit again Somebody better call the law We done took it outside we’re about to brawl Ol’ boy done put his

Take me downtown barney lock me up Read me my rights put me in cuffs And I’ll do my time raise my right hand And I’ll tell the judge I’ll do that shit again Somebody better call the law We done took it outside we’re about to brawl Ol’ boy done put his

Somebody have mercy And tell me what is wrong with me When I think about how she do me, The tears fall down like rain, like rain I'm goin' down to the bus station With a suitcase in my hand, yes I am With a matchbox hole in my clothes, yes I am Sometimes

Don't fall on my faith, oh Don't fall on my fate It's too loud Don't fall on my face Can't hear it coming down the hallway stairs from the parking lot Freeze my crown all up in it You know, everybody's been tellin' me what they think about me for the