night we had As we shared each other's love We forgot about all the pain we caused As we slept the night away As we lay We forgot about tomorrow As we
I know im under sureveillance ( I look at it as a talent) Millions a gotta manage, lil talents up in the rappin Im such a threat to these n*ggaz (you never know
you for so long Too many days since January I'm still sitting here alone We should did this already said I gotta email today kinda thought that you, forgot
love with someone else So can you do me a favor if I pull it together Make it sooner than later, we won't be here forever And I realize I waited to know
freak And I gotta know who J. Lo is marryin' this week A 30 second spot Then we come back to "Are You Hot?" I was planning on recording "The Sopranos" I forgot
I get an idea I say, "I know what we'll do!" She says, "What?" I say, "Guess" She says, "What?" I say, "We're goin' to the drive-thru!" So we head out
Son, keep the mic, so ball with the Brown Or get that ass outta town (Yeah, kid y'all know how we doin' it for the 90's) Yo, I forgot, B remind me
fuck wit us to the pressure out of pressure, I'm loadin, blow you up Y'all know we don't worship sin, it's tha heartz of men and we'd tested stress
' And you could neva hate against Bone You wrong, you know we brung it on so strong We get 'em, split 'em, we hit 'em And Bone been the shit since I
hypnotized We keep ya feelin' oh so high You feelin' we slippin', huh You think that we missin' the 1st of the month 10 years we done been here We spending
on, wrong/ My nigga Chester (Oh, my God) took one to the chest in front of his momma's home (Yup, yup) I know this yes, I know we all gotta go, I pray
' Ready for the Midwest invasion y'all niggas keep growin' But know that I know we was saken Fuck shit some niggas can't take it, respect that But we
steady, locked on what I got tellin the block that I changed cause I came up on a ?? they must forgot when I rose sellin smoke tryin to make an end we
me like eyelids peeled back Everything im sayin you should know that I meant that Baby girl tell them that im fresh as a mint pack Tic Tac breath strips Where we
for the kill I'm doing it for a thrill Oh I'm hoping you'll understand And not let go of my hand [x2] Styles P: This is for Hoods everywhere I'm Back We
here Common, Don, Old G, battle rap, oh that n-ggas know you can't really f-ck with that Pusha T, the Clipse just made a classic Good music together we
Have we got a little treat in store for you tonight! We're gonna take you on a wonderful little trip around this glorious little globe of ours! we feature
trappin' and they ain't actin' We make it happen, we'll get the guns on anyone's And get to clappin' even for rappin' Does it surprise ya? We'll readjust