saying if [Chorus:] If loving you is wrong, I don't wanna be right If you loving you is wrong, I don't wanna be right [Verse 3:] Don't get me wrong
't loud) P-Diddy and the Fam, who you know do it better? Yeah right, no matter what, we air tight (Yeah) So, when you hear somethin', make sure you hear it right Don
wanna do, Syndicate, tonight, what you wanna do? (Party!) Randy Mac in the place to be, what you wanna do? (Party!) Nat The Cat, you're in the house tonight, what you wanna
don't buck a shit Yeah I gave you a classic in my day view Cashflow for the hoes I bought (Straight to) You wanna ride you can't be acting like Dre
you 'cause I ain't change up The O.G.'s wanna talk but I don't know these niggas And I ain't did no business wit' ?em, I don't owe these niggas A minute
your folks) Who want beef with state P Enemies try to speak to me Negative they don't get that close Its free, listen Blow trees with mac mittens (No we didn't
verse 2: prospect ] I master this, when I throw shots I'm slappin wrists Not inaccurate, niggas be actin if I ain't immaculate You packin it? better be
don't give a fuck who you are, so fuck who you are I don't care about a pretty bitch, watch or a car I don't care about your block and whoever you shot
raided from '93 to infinity Some unda ground shit that just shook the fuckin industry And Humpty wit his gon' ass, a raiderin his own right da whole D
it, don't stop All my niggas on the North side Getcha money right away All my niggas on the South side Let 'em know that you don't play An' say, them
stuff like that, loc, what's up? Yeah, don't believe everythin' you read, fool Nah, they know what time it is but you know for those Who don't know,
I don't lose it 'fore I have to bring this brick to this dude I heard some niggaz got somethin to say 'bout me back in the hood Can't be Mo City, cause
R-15's And Dem 22-Trey's Player Wanna Ride I'm a Ride For Days No I Don't Miss And I Sho Don't Graze Bring What You Got And I Bet It Don't Phase I'm
peep it An' keep it, jiggy style of rap an' watchin' knuckle slang Sweep it out of order, ape recorder can't record my slaughter Spoil the rotten, Don is too good to be
like my neck don't bling? Haters get sprayed like afro sheen But they don't never really wanna pop them thangs Cane, cane sugar man, Luda don't go And
I don't give a fuck who you are, so fuck who you are I don't care about a pretty bitch, watch or a car I don't care about your block and whoever you shot
up to me, you would be with me Sorta like, Daddy Dearest, my vision be the clearest Silencers so you can't hear it Competition still fear it, shit don't
