When it comes to cutting ties, girl, I'm like a pro, whoa, whoa I tell you what you wanna know, oh, whoa You're prolly better on your own, oh, no Runnin' through my weed, yeah One, two, been thinking long and hard this morning Three, four, it's hard to

How deeps is your love, how deep can you go? Whoa, bring, baby girl sing yeah Put a bang, put a bang, bang bang Girl I gotta let you know I’m the man Girl cut the way that you are whine and a bubble it, bubble it One trouble it me there Yeah think clear,

Whoah, the girl I love, she got long black wavy hair I do declare! The girl I love, yeah, she got long black wavy hair, Her mother and her father, lordy, They sure don't, sure don't allow me there. Well i, I'm goin? back to my baby, lord i, I swear I

Whoa nobody loves me, nobody seems to care Everyday, everyday I have the blues When you see me worryin' baby, yeah it's you I hate to lose I'm gonna pack my suitcase, move on down the line Ooh everyday, everyday I have the blues Well worries and trouble

Whoa! Yeah! Ahh! (Motherfuckers think they know us) G-g-g-g Guess who's back? D-Twizze!, O-Twizzie! Doc-Twizzie!, Shady-Twizzie!, slash Aftermath! Fifty cent!, G Unit!, Here we go!, Free Yayo! Motherfucker!, Benzino!, They don't know we finna' blow!

I wish there was another way out (Whoa-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh) Whoa-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh I wish there was another way out You better run, better run, better run, yeah I’m coming after you When you’re sleeping at

Give a little bit Give a little bit of your love to me I'll give a little bit of my life for you Oh, yeah, come along too Here we go again Hey hey, whoa no, da na, hey hey, yeah I'll give a little bit of my love to you

Like baby, baby, baby no Baby, baby, baby oh Like baby, baby, baby oh I thought you'd always be mine (mine) Like baby, baby, baby ooh I thought you'd always be mine Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah (now I'm all gone) Ooh whoa, ooh whoa, ooh whoa

Let me see your hands in the air Whoa whoa whoa I'm dancing To the sound My world's in the clouds Too high to come down So let me see your hands in the air Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

They loving the crew Oh, they loving the crew Got my whole crew blowing like a C-4 They loving the crew ooh, Listen, listen, whoa, yeah, listen, ooh Take your nose off my keyboard What you bothering me for? There's a room full of niggas