told me.....shawty doin that damn thingg damn thing gotta get my hands on you hands on you hands on you gotta get my hands on you hands on on you hands on you
keep on movin' now Just to keep on movin' now Just to keep on movin' now Just to keep on movin' now, hey If you lookin' for me I'll be on the block
hands Got the folk with depresses of being po' man Poppa taught me an order, survive for no man Nappy got some from the roots for we gon' stand Prophit grew from a juvenile
look divine You love bands when they're playing hard You want more and you want it fast They put you down, they say I'm wrong You tacky thing, you put them on Rebel Rebel, you
most slept on since Rip Van Wink My shit stink with every element from A to Z so what you think? I'ma blackout on just one drink you must be crazy A
I'm driving you Lil mamma my shit together I ain't jiving you I don't think that nigga could do you better than I could do, you know The Juvenile from
large, yeah On a hard day A smooth Ghetto broad yeah I want the broad, yeah Or you can do a trick, yeah On the dick, yeah You claimin' you wanna picture
never hit the spot, boy You want props, ha, you sold to the cops, ha You in a cell block, ha, 'cuz you too hot, ha All my hard core niggas, what you
you all catch on, I'ma end your career and walk away with the whole floor so you have nothin to fall back on! I'll throw you off of ten floors .. *AHHHHHHH
got you shook back on the island you got ya man hood took but turn around when you walk through guns are hawk you, already took ya shit no matter who
you want that bust, Handcuff Wishing that you ain't locked up Now you get tested, Jake tell you when you get arrested When you get there don't get molested
dat to dat You're stuck on stupid like I'm stuck on the map Nowhere to go except next show bro Entertainin' motherfuckers can't stop O In battlin', you
sheet on the path of destruction Today's prisons are filled with yesterdays juvenile delinquents Convicts who entered crime even before they entered puberty On
Lane could get the scoop What you think I'm stupid My crew is mad deep, I hope you niggas sleep I throw a bomb through you window Burn you up and your
me poutin' dog could ya vision a fountain Bad bitch switchin' and bouncin' (in what) in that Christian Louboutin Word, on everything, on everything, you
the hands up Throw the hands up, niggaz Throw the hands up, bitches Throw the hands up, bustas Throw the hands up, hustlers Throw the hands up, whores Throw the hands
life on the inside Wyclef You got me fucked up I'm innocent Look I ain't do this shit you don't want to hear my side But you believin' that bitch You
