' eyes, stays on my B's and U's and D's I got my P-H-T-D Pimp hoes to death in '83 Memories they rollin' over dick riders, keep me focused Huh, what you
mistake us for whores I'm sayin', why spend mine when I can spend yours Disagree? Well that's you and I'm sorry Imma keep playing these cats out like
you It's murda It's murda motherfuckers [Jay-Z:] I take a squat then post up with the toast up I bring beef to a closure Know somethin? From cats stackin
our loss Watch yo gloat Then show you that this world aint yours Push crack like swingin' doors And leave strips wide open Ja's holdin A pair a nines and ya'll cats
you It's murda It's murda motherfuckers {Jay-Z:} I take a squat then post up with the toast up I bring beef to a closure Know somethin? From cats stackin
: [From "Cats"] Midnight Not a sound from the pavement Has the moon lost her memory She is smiling alone In the lamplight The withered leaves collect
wanna see which crew can do it the best Is it the North, where people drink juice and Smirnoff? Girls go hard but they lips stay soft the west where cats
telling you ) Because these walls don't lie.. lie.. ( they don't lie ) Babababa baaaa (come on)I'm dedicating this song.. song Babababa baaaa To those gone, your memory
Are the memories of another day And I wouldn't want to knock it. Oh, but it wasn't always such a pretty sight, 'Cause, we used to fight like cats
ugh Niggas be woofin' that shit Nigga who the fuck is you nigga? Show me y'all credentials before you speak on X-Raided They say when the dogs away the cats
Lee, the ocean calls to me In the spring when our love had its start Oh Annabel Lee,forever trapped by the memories In the sepulcher of my heart Black cats
us for whores I'm sayin', why spend mine when I can spend yours Disagree? Well that's you and I'm sorry Imma keep playing these cats out like Atari
mistake us for whores I'm sayin', why spend mine when I can spend yours Disagree? well that's you and I'm sorry Imma keep playing these cats out like
block parties and basketball games A lot of cash made on Hollis Ave Fast to change, high rollers was living, until the task force came A lot of ghost-towns and memories
Do it, do it , do it, come on, come on, do it do it... [Jay Dee] Back again from the bank baby, common my chain Chains for most of these cats probably