I don't care if you're a New Jack or you're older than Sugar Hill Cause I slay with no delay I stomp you out, so be about your way You can't hang, you
you never know me When you turn and walk away You think I don't know the troubles You face everyday I know all about the things That cuts you like
Then I got news for you, along with me I said hey good lookin' Now what you got cookin? About cookin' something up with Slinkee? How about cookin' something
that never made you sad Don't rewrite my history Cause you'll never really know How much you didn't mean to me One fine day In the middle of the night You
grip Don't give me no lip Boy send me something When a woman needs a man Man do what you can Lend them a hand And send them something Send them something
Jason Williams something killed whatever was driving me Worrying less about the past more about the now Less about what I'm going through more about
bitchshit. She know that pussy something to make you forget your first name, she say she got you where she want you cause she know you ain't got no game
m me Baby, I'm me, So who you, You're not me, You're not me And I know that ain't fair, but I don't care I'm a motha fuckin Cash Money millionaire I know
love you 'til you don't HURT no more!" And when I'm older, you ain't gotta WORK no more And I'ma get you that mansion that we couldn't afford (hey Mama
wouldn?t let me go, And you better get up outta the bed if your aint hollerin? I know you want me though So you better get on top of the head, if you
Never interfere and shit, souvenirs for your ears and shit Clear poetry like William Shakespeare and shit Word is bond checkin me out Hey what you talkin about You lost and walkin about
so frizzy. I mean like, you guys can probably get some, like, anti-friz shampoo or something, right? I mean, I don't know how you guys expect to sell
the set, I bet you won't forget I gotta fuckin flow for every letter of the alphabet If you know a bitch meaner than I guess you better bring her Can
howdy to you all You all know me, it's Hank Williams, Jr, you see Hat and shades, beard and all Now I have heard, mmm hmm, I've gotten the word About
that life is like a song when you find a friend well the world just sings along But something?s wrong with you and me ?Cause you wont sing the song and
...you?ll have to forgive me. David: mmhmm. Andy: uhmm...I gotta admit I...I really don?t know much about...you know...you... You...or the band...but
[Young Hot Rod: Talking] Yeah man you don't like me Nigga kill yourself man You know waht i'm talkin about? I ain't 'gon do it for you nigga I ain't like
Verse - Jadakiss] Yo, we gon hit something I'm cutting the rug wit love Or I'm on the wall pressed up against something You should let em know the boss