before pleasure P. Diddy and the Fam, who you know do it better? Yeah right, no matter what, we air tight And when you hear somethin, make sure you hear it
you can do is check your distribution My songs bump in Houston like Scarface produced 'em You ain't gotta like me, you just mad 'Cause I tell it how it is, and you
and carried away f-ck it me and Nicki Nick gettin' married today And now you bitches that be hatin can catch a bouquet, ouww yeah, you a star in my eyes, you
and carried away f-ck it me and Nicki Nick gettin' married today And now you bitches that be hatin can catch a bouquet, ooo yeah, you a star in my eyes, you
love Why can't I find, You love of mine, When you're standing in front of my face Oh, Why, There must be mine How did I let you get away [Raekwon] Leave
know But here goes nothing When I'm alone in my room sometimes I stare at the walls Automatic weapons on the floor, but who can you call? My down bitch, one who
gettin' bodied and carried away Fuck it, me and Nicki-Nick gettin' married today And now you bitches that be hatin' can catch a bouquet, ooh Yeah, you a star in my eyes You
nothing I do better than revenge, ha And do you still feel like you know what you're doing? 'Cause I don't think you do, oh Do you still feel like you
you're not alone (If you're tryin' to get out) Holla if you feel like you've been down the same road (Just follow me, I'll get you there) You can try
could take you back But how, but how? But how, but how? Why must we be so ugly? But please do not think ill of me Why does the one you love Become the
is stoned My days are long, and you don't understand that My nights are cold, who do you call when you're alone? And it's crazy, I'm thinkin bout you
'm sayin'? How the fuck you gonna tell me to run my motherfuckin' life? Bitch, you don't even know who the fuck you are You talkin' about you don't like rap, you
got it, we want it, move it and flaunt it Shake it and sway it, die just to lay it Try to suppress it till they undress it Beg 'em to use it, cry not
'm talkin' to you Flexin' hardcore, what could you do? When we roll up you send your girl up to the crib, oh Is it Rambo? No, the mic ammo Stompin' you
session Down and sending it to mastering to make it loud Enough dirt on you to murder you This is what the fuck I do Mariah, it ever occur to you that
my thing and you peep it The badder times all outweigh the recent Your energy, who needs it? Every rumor you hear you gon' believe it Point out the times you've seen it You
can't help it You can't stop it, you gotta accept it You can't knock it, you gotta respect it This is who I am nigga, I can't help it, I can't help it
where you go, you are what you are player And you can try to change but that's just as hot player Man, you was who you was 'fore you got here Only God