your spirit take your soul (Chorus) Come here girl Let me creep in your world Let me see the backside of your moon No Vickies only the pearl Let
miles an hour WHERE THE FUCK IS HE GOIN?! (Please Mr. Rapper, please refrain from the foul language) The nigga climbin out the fuckin car! (One more time) Let
t done wrong when the party is hot Y'all don't really want us to stop, do you? Chorus Verse Two: Lil' Kim When it comes to the cheese, baby girl roll dough Fuck
some real to Newark shit Recall, my whole fam jig the fuck up what? Bet-ta chill, 'fore you slip the fuck up Get your wig, split the fuck up, nigga lust
You know my hustle, I bring the fo' pound to the tussle Motherfuck your pit with no muzzle So chill Cuzo, let me blow for my niggaz Runnin' round, get down
't go Above while: [Puffy] I'm just trying to get my money, right Don't fuck wit my money I won't fuck wit your money If you fuck with my money I make
Aiyyo, turn me up in my headphones, man I want this shit motherfuckin' blarin' It ain't loud enough, man Oh, these muh'fuckers think I'm gon' play with
put it down for mine, my crew live a life of crime Constantly non-stop, when they on the climb And BK, no such thing, it's dark The sun go down, the tool
doin, because Right That's my mans and them, ya know I feel ya Now ya feel me? I feel ya So you know when you fuckin with me Right, right You fuckin
What do you do after love? What can you say when it's said and done 'Cos you can't hide a heartbreak When you can't stop these tears from fallin' down
I've seen When I sleep, I dream of bodies in streams of blood Naked bitches, dead nigga's ghost, Feds with toast Knockin' my door down sweat poor down
all about the Benjamins, what? I get a fifty pound bag of ooh for the mutts Five carats on my hands wit the cuts And swim in European figures Fuck bein
your gun. Man, a lot of ya'll cats can't stand that one on one. Wind up getting embarrassed right in front of your hon'. Despite the bullshit, Black still here making hits. Down
now But fuck that there shit, spit that hydro ghetto, shit That's that shit right here, whom shall I fear Throw your guns in the air Socialize, get down, let
, oh, yeah When they come to lock you down (Don't let it come our way) Oh, I said, oh, yeah When they come to lock you down (Don't let it come our way
the mill, c'mon now [Chorus] [P. Diddy] Let's work (huh yeah), let's work Let's work (huh yeah), let's work Show me your soul! c'mon now! Show me your
[Intro: Ghostface Killah] Fuck the whole industry!!!! You tried to get rid of me!!! Y'all must be kiddin me!! Y'all must be kiddin me!!! Aiyyo fuck the
inserted in the brain, the new cell phone The future, fuck with me now I'm Grammy certified, the committee can pick me now And they all green with envy like Bill Bixby Bow down