I'm the one who killed Slick Willie I'm here to turn myself in I'm the one and I don't feel guilty If I could then I would do it again He was a friend
a couple of one's Fred two, for niggas that ain't ever had shit Messed up, locked down, go on and grab shit Fred three, for niggas on lock without a
lights go on Now we're in our zone Do you wanna take it further And before too long Gonna start to wonder Are you a one trick pony Or do you
's what you want But you can't get it from me, don't think about it Got a lot of do' but I'm cheap, greedy hoes on the creep Trying to get you asleep,
yo business So don't try, to change my mind, I'll tell you one more time It's none of yo business Now who do you think you are Puttin' your cheap two
care what happens to me They don't miss me on the beat All they know is that there's one less nigger Hanging on the backstreet where I used to live On
'em And your group, ain't been heard of past the bottoms I can't go to my turf and mingle with my Gs I got one word to say about that one (What?) ?Please
time. I have never ever had one drink and I have never ever been sober after two. Cheap date the funniest date, the loudest joke, the potty mouth. Well I remember this one
sleepin' Git on my grizzle and kept bizzy Got my mind right, money right, never tricked Chicks mad 'cause I?m tight Cheap as a birds language, I ain't the one
turning me off Damn the radio My father'd drive I'd take the shotgun side With the window down and the signal clear In hopes I'd hear the Cheap Trick
I got to live) [Missy - Verse Two] Talk is talk, and talk is cheap Tell it to her, don't say it to me 'cause I know, I'm in control See tricks are for
hip hop. That that belong in republican fundraisers with Kid Rock. I hope one my of fans has one of your kids shot, And blame it on acid, Prozac and
in my pocket Please for the head on the dash Koopsta Knicca sleeping on the bitch On the weekend, weekend My conversates I'm trying to fuck on the first date Weaving all on
All that MTV and BET got you feelin' shitty Just to think you used to be my dog, used to be my nigga Now you fake, but I stomp on you trick In the grass
ll have the time of you life in California It don't rain in California southern There is always something for the pain in California Cheap tricks, sweet chicks creeping up on
trick to spring the lock off the stage the people watched, the clock prison could be a nice place to live the bars on the window like bars on a crib freedom
to dis Dana, bumping me off Because the Queen has reached a certain plateau All I do is boo and say, 'Is that so?' Talk is cheap and if talk got any cheaper
no one will remember your name. [Verse 1: Apathy] We the poisonous boys in the hood Poised to deploy you, destroy alien barbarians raging on roids We