ain't playin Trey's and 4's and houses start hittin your block Mass hysteria, your bitch-ass gettin scarier Don't wanna catch the slug But you's a mark
, it don't matter how loud they blouse get But wearin' the wrong color outfit, could get your mouth split It's a shame but it ain't no thang to me 'Cuz
'm tired of being nice (so nice) Can't ya look me in the eyes? Don't ya know I'm coming out?... Sorry...It's not too late... gimme a break You got
s only one way you got to deal with a hater If you a thug you wouldn't have been talkin' it You would have been walkin' it Loading up your pistol marking
all those dim lit bars And she read all the things they wrote about me But she knew deep in her heart that it was lies No she don't hide her head in
don't we know, we are the angels It's revelation, soul castigation Fire will burn us away We are the seven, judgment of heaven Why don't we know, we
you know that it's over you know that it was through Let it burn Let it burn Gotta let it burn [Bridge] I'm twisted cuz one side of me is tellin' me
back wearing an apron) Grover: "Hello, sir!" Blue Guy: "Oh no, it's you! You're the guy that works over at Charlie's!" Grover: "Why, yes, sir,
strong) Don't let go, don't let go (Keep on, uh, yeah, keep it flowin' y'all) Met jealous people, prayed I wouldn't make it (Tell it) But opportunity
Cadillac coupe Deville If my tapes and my CDs just don't sell, I bet my cabby will Well it was just sundown in small white town They call it east side
my tapes and my CD's just don't sell, I bet my caddy will Well, it was just sundown in a small white town They call it East Side Palm Dale When the
do Come to me baby They tell me that the river's to deep And it's much to wide for you can't make it over to the other side But they don't know I got
I?m your director, it's getting deep We don?t need to rent nothing, we?ll make our own movies I?m your director, it's getting deep We don?t need a videotape
t spell and can't mail it out If you can't feel, it's too full, you can't peel it out Showboatin' at the show, but you can't sell it out I'm on the sea
this one She loves me 4 me With this one I don't even have to comb my hair I can wear what I want to or nothing, she don't care I don't even have to
cry It's no wonder there's a puddle there, holding it in 4 so long U know U can let it go, it won't be wrong It's just U and me, baby, 2night and
cause uh Marsh shit don't thrill me, haters wanna kill me Lil' Keke representin' Texas, so try to feel me Marsh shit don't thrill me, haters wanna kill me
going up and down like a Like a fucking elevator bitch I want it know Don't give me no delay's My hustlin got me trippin Listen from my ike turner way's