need you now I know we're goin' crazy But I need you now I need you now To find somehow But I need you now But I need you now Tonight Tonight Tonight
you All the models to the floor right now All the models to the floor right now All the models to the floor right now All the models to the floor right now
Benjy. You got a buzz right now, an' I had a frenzy oh yeah, welcome to the fam', Fendi you need to stop, you're not hot, you're a burning match that
no pretenders, bitch, you hoes ain't Bone I hope you realize that you ain't Bone You ain't Bone Why don't you realize that you ain't Bone? Nigga, you
' you wack but you's a copy cat I'm like a Triple Threat Double dare you to try to rip my neck The way you click spit techs will leave you wet from dick
saw you crank it 'cause I just leap through you What you need to do is just admit you love me The South has always been dirty but now it's gettin' ugly
But now when I'm clubbin', those that used to dis were buggin' Overweight chicks, spandex, they stomachs sucked in Stay interruptin', dance and try to cut in Told people you got in free when you
hectic right just hold me down aight?" I'm on Wanted Most America All of my phones is tapped now God, yo even my cellular Me and Marty more shout for sure now
what you see Grab your glocks when you see 2Pac Call the cops when you see 2Pac Who shot me, but your punks didn't finish Now, you 'bout to feel the
the only thing I want from you Is for you to keep doing that shit you do Old school, new school, need to learn though I burn baby burn like disco inferno Old school, new school, need
a coffin up to Billboard with flowers in the lobby A picture of me with Gene Griffin holdin' a hand-grenade I'ma fax you a copy and let you know my job
top We ain't broke, we papered up Gotta a lil' thump, we got what you need If you want it, got to copy it from me We are sure you too could see that
remember when I use to let you sleep on the couch And beg the bitch to let you sleep on the house Now its all about versace You copied my style Five
do mine all day/ I don't sniff coke, I like to make money/ Put the fiends in the room, who's hungry? Cut from the cloth they cut me black cherry weed
folks is talkin' Huh, you little snake in the grass You swing a hammer, but you couldn't break a glass Gimme a lighter, woof! Now you're cut loose From
like..(exhales) Write it down take a picture record a copy Press pause only way you stop me fucker I'ma get mine and make you not me Spit wine at ya face if you
cut some more Then after you get high, make 'em, get 'em, girl you finna get low Lights dimmed down Got alota dough Plus a hit sound What you mean you
