your leaving for the last time? ill be better off without you on my own. So I scream out loud ?your leaving for the last time? ill be better off without
2 - Jay-Z] If the emphasis on the compact disc isn't the beat Than I'm gon' feature Em and get rich And let Dre mix the shit and drive off in the Range
bust I bet I bust, I bet I, I bet I I bet I bust, I bet I bust Matter of fact, gimme 15 minutes and a bag of bud, I bet I bust Drive around parkin'
So many blackmen die for drugs I think back on the way life was Before rock cocaine started runnin thangs And drive-by shootings was a normal thang Before brothers bought Benzes, used to drive
rapping, hard as hell 'Cause your rumors make my records sell If you continue, I'll soon be rich Riding around town going bitch! People always say, "Too Short can't rap" Now I drive
cater to you hos And if you ain't fuckin' I say, "Later" to you ho's So if you bitches gotta plot You better get gonna get shot fuckin' with Short Dawg
down the east coast Get ready Get ready Get-get-I tore all the way down the east coast I'm talkin' to you baby You! Get-get-get-get-get-ready Get ready
'all eat soft, be mad, we bad fresh up outta the vault, oh! new syllables eat ball, ya f-cks off's your house, your bitch I'm getting sucked off East,
I'm from the home of the... East west north south, niggas getting lost in Los Angeles We got the baddest bitches on the north campus Nigga hopping off the Transit, straight off
misunderstood Nicolette, LL, on the same track Bring it back, tell me what you, think about that Boys tryin' to holla but I ain't having that You better have game, you better
hot as a live wire You need some better metaphors For example, this song is a war zone and you listeners in the cross fire [Chorus] From our east coast
at the club we all iced out Clover G's party until they cut the lights off Drinkin', smokin', chillin' you know we get it crunk boy VVS's in my ear this how you stunt boy On the east
yea man dis` ya` boy mistah fab mayn the yellow bus rider mayn shawn t the real king of slaps mayn yall better act like yall know who his is mayn [
my niggas gotta chase the cheese Number two, keep these motherfuckin' hoes on they knees Number three, don't forget to put the strap on ya side Nigga, who ride, who ride? East side, East
e'rybody" Drive the bulletproof all the way to Cali Lay low for a month or so gettin' very high Where I'm goin' it gets my mind of the bones Back on the East
die shit Monk drive-by hit, yea, bang it in ya whip If I do it any way I wanna do it Let me roast punks off this motherfuckin track that dumps I'll elect
is a strong arm, make sure you remain calm Me and your Anna about to take off, and we'll be long gone [Verse 2] When I shoot, you better duck Don't
me tellin' ya: WE ARE NOT GROUPIES! Naw, I never.. I never said... We are not groupies! You better understand that!.. I told Robert Planet, I told
