Whoa-ooh-oh (3x) Was in a shell but I'm breakin out Ain't go let nobody chain me down I'm stronger now You're the reason I'm inspired (yeah) You thought
baby face I hope ya not, 'cause your thighs got me hot Only one plan, that's to rise to the top I told you before, when I first pursued I want a interlude
for that, we not takin' it lightly If hip hop should die, we die together Bodies in the morgue lie together All together now! If hip hop should die before I wake I
We're not alone And I don't know what I saw And I hope that no one saw Stand by my side Better off dead [x3] You seem a little low again I'm ready to
em! He got 'em! Oh no! Oh, it was terrible! Oh, oh I can't believe it! Oh! The humanity! The humanity! Oh my God! Ahh-hoh, oh, huh. And then with
musical Rent (no homo) Man I can't decide who wore it best (no homo) But I'm feeling Diane Keaton's vest (no homo) I admit it I'm a fashionista (no homo
inhabit my heart 4. Home © Vigoda 1993 I am holding something precious It is mine, but not my own When I'm lonely I hold it gently And I know I'm not
wet I'm done to bang that apple pie for hour's then I jet I'll never buy them prostitute's when I stand I hate them baldhead bitches wit no finger nail
(I doubt it) keep it movin baby I'm the one to keep it pinned no matter how you fix your hair or how you shake the dareair I won't fuck it, train not
wanna hear silence, makin' me riot, fucka stayed messed and fry-ed. Thought it was over, nigga never the silence. I'm on the rise with a gun, here I come
ll, Like a nas?y bitch, give?it nigga raw dawg, raw dawg, Any nigga putty, hit it, catchya, sawed off, sawed off And I?m ready, I?m ready, to-go, What
1, 2, 3, 4 I'm going away for a while But I'll be back, don't try and follow me 'Cause I'll return as soon as possible See, I'm trying to find my place
the cash H-A-R-D-R-O-C-K yo BK no, oh, oh, oh [Bridge] You ain't gotta love what I do, like what I do But you gon' respect what I do I don't like nothin
I just get started, Make a chu chu when I touch dat body, Tell me baby girl can you stand dat heat, Like gasoline in my M3, Little reaction is all I
love I'm them leather shits, you the Michael Jackson glove (SP) I'm in the hood cause I'm dedicated If I was you I woulda never made it I'm Holiday
I'm more raw than red snapper in the pacific ocean More raw than the brick as soon as you split it open Talkin', the kitchen smokin, Talkin' the pots bubbling I
though it was fiesta. I-I-I-I-I-I-I! When he turned the light down low he said, "Oh Miss Vickie, I, I want you so." I was a forced, forced to remove
cruise Right by the state troopers When I'm drinkin with sal I start thinkin 'bout al Ricardi coverin my body At the rink when I wow I bag a hotty or