3 Taboo is on the set It's the family clique Broshiggez (aw shit) Boy don't fret everything's aight We gonna fall on up when Luis in flight Yo, fuck the
before I step And now it's time to play Now tell me who is that girl See her standin 'cross the way Watch me mack with eye contact Watch her become my
point in contact - No more vain demands. Time will come. Pleasing all to punish, stepping up the race, pulling all resources, pushing up the stakes.
Mix it up and ?? where you live it up the beat And get risen up you're knocked down get it back and get it up Get off of queer street and get with us
I catch re-real contact when I worship Hi-high turn the treble, bass-bass up I'm tryna see the Son that's why I got my face up! Hook: (Suzy Rock) I got
for a couple of years In a german farmhouse just drinking beer And every morning I'd wake up with a smile from ear to ear I had one contact to
guts Back to war You will be wrapped up In your assiduous work Offer your service To clean up the world The hostile scum If looks could kill Contact
fire up some chronic Manne a nigga must campaign Couds up in the brain Fool that cheefa got me hype Oh me so hype dog Blowin' so much bud Fool cheefin' contacts off the fall
? Well it's finally answered, prick [Black Thought] Yo, Jam boy magic, Mr. Sarcastic Rap catalogue consists of all classics Blackness, tell your bitch to fall
got them Nike wearing hoes Ponytails in they hair sportin other bitches clothes Ruggish, thuggish, raggedy like them up at the type that Wakes up in the
heart my art I spark Black markers written on walls, I'm standing so tall We ball - sometimes we fall Gotta get up, don't trip, Apostle Paul Speaking
you and me The way the story unfolds Defies gravity Don't have to put on my makeup I can leave out my contacts Don't have to dress up for you To think
more time Twenty one guns salute with all nines And I know it's on me to make sure that we all shine Gotta fall back, let the weed contact your mind
to breathe Falling My world?s up and I?m almost Falling My hands over my shoulders Falling
from afar For as long as I can remember You are all a real man can need And ever ask for, this is love This is more than a crush It was all up at Rutgers
drinks too much and smokes too many blunts And I'll be working out everyday thinkin' about you Looking at my own eyes in the rear view Catching flashbacks of our eye contact
[Styles P & Akon talking] What up John (testing one, two, three) What up Kon (hey convict music) Let's go (can you believe it) (1st Verse) Styles P Fresh