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Never Shout Never She S Got Style

respect it's given as it's taken, Been given props, now respected tracks is what I'm making, Shouts to everyone I met on tour, It's our hip hop ladies

mama, welcome to the 60's (Your mama's hip, hip) Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh. Oh, oh (Your mama's in, mama) Oh mama, welcome to the 60's (Your mama's lookin

, I got your girlfriend ho-in' And how do I know that she's funk? I know she's broke cause yo, the T's hung Like a Shetland pony, gettin' paid like Sony So never

like a bitch to get myself in this race 'Oh my days, she's going on real' Yeah dam straight cos you know that I'm ill 'Shystie's sick she's real to the

World's come to, where the fuck's it goin? [Chorus - without ad libs] [Outro - DJ On Point - talking until the end (echo)] Shout out to my nigga Trees Bland Bland Management Shout

now he's a junkie There's 8 Million Stories in the city, it's a pity Don't fuck with the skins if she's trying to act shitty Shout to the guru, primo

single way (hey!) Your funny flow is foreign and a green card's on the way This ain't got shit to do with shampoo But watch your Head 'n S(oulders Brother

saying I'm the man He got a Visa, I got a black card Got so much cheese on it, I call it the rat card I gotta good girl, I gotta bad mouth She like my

house doesn?t turn me on But I like every single thing that Spielberg's done Could I be good enough Could I be good enough If the going got worse And the worse got