Club jam packed, they gon' treat us like we royalty They want girls kissin girls, that's the way we do it, flexin' yeah Shawty wanna ride with the team, go on and come Mollies and 'em perks, got these young bitches sprung I know know you enjoying these

Made it out my momma crib, then bought my moms a crib (uh) Bought myself a chain, kept it short, 'cause I ain't Jibbs (uh) She gon' let me fuck, she like that "Lil Boat" adlib (Lil Boat!) And we at Liv (uh), later I'm in her ribs (uh) I know know she your

You can't ride in my little red wagon The front seat's broken and the axel's dragin' You know know it ain't my fault when I'm walkin' jaws droppin' like And my Tony Lomas Ooh, ah, ooh, ah So guess what? No you can't step to this backyard swagger You only love

I'm on! (Come on!) It's still Nasty, raw in the flesh God's Son, never gone, never left King, I played every card in the deck The whole world waitin for what I'mma do next And y'all already know know where I came from Queensbridge repper since day one Nigga,

She screams with those eyes I have lived in a junkyard Where the weeds eat up the rain If you get anything there even out of place You know know there's hell to pay And he said "you're as sick as you are lovely And in need of a hand" He tells me "you are

Throw my head on a blade for ya (yeah yeah) I'd jump in front of a train for ya (yeah yeah) You know know I'd do anything for ya (yeah yeah) I would go through all this pain Take a bullet straight through my brain But you won't do the same Gave you all I had

MC's, you like the way we swing Ah clock this y'all, we're on the microphone The Underground is rockin with the hip-hop song MC's, you like the way we swing (you like the way we swing) MC's... they don't know know DJ's... they don't know know The funky beat is

Nigga why you actin' like a ho? Know that I'ma ride for ya, either way it go Damn my nigga why you actin' like a bitch If you scared to take a chance, how the fuck we gon' get rich? Come here baby why you always insecure? Hold on tight to a nigga and be

You might hear it on the radio. Baby you never know, know, But it's gonna be just about you and me, How much I miss you. You're the one that got away. You're gonna hear your song someday. And then I'll write you a song. Girl, I'm gonna warn ya, I'm leaving

More miracles than magic tricks More green grass grows, and green old dollar bills More babies raised, and raising hell More get back up, sometimes you fail Well, I don't know know it all Hey, but I know know how it feels To be the guy that's trying to come back