I don't wanna do it if it's not the real thing She don't wanna do it if you ain't got the bill paid Yeah, the real thing All my boss bitches know I got the bill Bad bitches and they want the real thing All my boss bitches know I got the bill, paid Fell

You don't know What you do to me lately Got you rolling papers, got you rolling papers I got so much love for ya Want you to know How much that I fuck with you, oh Wanna roll one up for ya Want you to come to the back of the club It's a gang thing, it's

H-Town got me feeling so throwed Spit fire and the world so cold Don’t, don’t play with her don’t be dishonest Aye, still not understanding this logic Aye, I’m back and I’m better I want you bad as ever Don’t let me just let up I want to give you better

Don't know what it is that I gotta do But something that do I'd get another drink if I wanted to I would get another girl But I can't get, I can't get, I can't get you I can't get, I can't get, I can't get you I get bored, I get drunk I get drunk, I get

How does it feel babe If you don't catch me now I can't stop falling down Just one more night and the devil's got my soul How does it fell babe To taste sweet revenge Do you want me on my knees To let me feel your strength Don't be cruel, can't you see

'Cause anybody just won't do 'Cause everybody wants to party with you (No more hesitation) Let's get this started (It's a celebration) I'm gonna party Boy you got it Let's get it started

That's why New York's my home New York's my home, sweet home But it hasn't got There's a rumor going around That some of you good people Want to leave this town But you better consult me before you go 'Cause I've been in all these places

Silence keeps clouding me Hand on my heart And I, I wish time never mattered Styling though Dissin' but got pictures with me smiling though All the things you need You still want problems though All the things I know, I still been silent though

Roll over Beethoven Roll over Beethoven, tell Tchaikovsky the news Well, I'ma write this letter Gonna mail it to my local DJ It's the jamminest record I want my jockey to play Roll over Beethoven, I gotta hear it again today You know, my temperature's

na na nana na na na Congratulations Help me find a sharper knife, I need to cut you out my life I take it all, I let it slide But hey, you went too far this time Congratulations, got what you wanted You're winning now Congratulations, you got your shot in