tell her he can make her famous if she did him Suck him, lick him, another victim of a bust and ditch 'em Why must you suffer this when really love, what's
the whole time (Chorus) The army's on way The army's on way Ahh, you'll never grow The army's on way The army's on way Ahh, you'll never grow
lot Murder ya boxers tryna break apart what God made And regardless to what you boys say Seek and destroy, fuck the opposition When you for real it's
heartless motherfucker No one else to blame, fuck it blame it on my mother When I was growin up nobody seemed to give a shit And that's what makes me
s breakin' me Now eveybody knows, that she was just fakin' g Come to find out, the girl never had me She's the baby's mother but me I ain't the baby's
get busy to the third degree 'Cause the war populations are If this was the street, my razor would be a mack demon Hit you up, leave your whole face screaming, what
Here's the story of a girl Living in a lonely world A hidden note, a secret crush A little boy who talks too much Well I'm standing in the crowd And
stories to tell, I be blasin't on these bitch niggaz Servin' well, and the company I keep, be the scum of the earth Body tated, hair matted, sellin' key's
home, two bags of Fendy It was gone that started to offend me Child support hit that really offend me Puffy was right, it's all about the Benjy's Bitter now 'cuz the love's
everybody so confused, but it ain't Nobody's business what we do Someone's trying to come between me And you can't you see what they're trying to do
losers are weepers (Say it, say it, say it) Learn how to treat her 'cause if I find her, I'm keep her (Hey) Playa what's the problem You're at the mall
get it How could you find enjoyment in my business? You know what, forget it, talk my nigga If you wasn?t talkin' about me, I probably miss ya Why should I worry about what
wouldn't stop She's the kind of girl that'll make your toes pop Every time I used to see her, I would know what's up Blow job Betty better blow me up
busy, bitch wouldn't stop She's the kind a girl that make your toes pop Every time I used to see her I would know what's up Blowjob Betty better blow
started to rhyme What would life be if it wasn't Too $hort It be nothin' but rappers from old New York But that's not likely and there's no doubt Bitches
having fun Being explicit straight from the streets Not forgettin' our roots to an up-tempo beat Taking what they say just for granted For us to give up, that's what
young Hugh Heff, the tech a spit up Chest get lit up, foo that's a rigg up Now I think the whole world knows me, not what they should know It's like
alright and it's best to have some killa's on the payroll, day and night stick and move pick and choose licks Benet wasn't in it that's why Benet