bug Ain't no deal at all She was, she was on the run Nobody to call her on the telephone She ran an hour started to moan She didn't want to talk without
I?m in This ain?t a scene; it?s a God damn arms race This ain?t a scene; it?s a God damn arms race This ain?t a scene; it?s a God damn arms race I?m
a illegitimate prick in it And I swear to god, oh my and the devil and the angels ain't missin' shit Broad as the eye can see A black one will rise, and
they suposed (yeah) Didn't have shit 'till I started to bust And y'all got shit 'cos of my balls are cussed Ren and Cypress Hill, they ain't liver than
d you say ya was again, holla at me) I know what you're thinkin, just anotha star seekin But baby money ain't a thang (Money ain't a thang, money ain't
: (Foxy) uh, uh huh, huh y'all cats ain't ready for the firm uh, dats right, uh, uh huh, brooklyn shit [Foxy Brown] All y'all hoes wanna stop my chips
ain't got no love in my heart It ain't no way that I can't handle, keep that tone in my jaw This ain't no crap, I speak the truth, gotta come too thick
ain't got no love in my heart It ain't no way that i can't handle, keep that tone in my jaw This ain't no crap, i speak the truth, gotta come too thick
'm a leader give them somthing to folla (Follow) My Roley's show time but this ain't the Apolla. [Chorus] Whoa I'm feelin so really throwed that I can't
fronts sparkin? Ain't tryin to hear what you dogs be barkin Read the headline, that was blast on today's Post Dead King, thought he could ace Ghost Queen, couldn't
ass rings No more said, knew your chump ass was dead When I saw the four four reflecting off your shiny forehead It's Wu-Tang nigga, ain't nothing changed
Never get along like red and black ants, advance When your staring and this concrete that move like liquid Like a nigga withouth legs, I ain't tryin to
get him nigga Aim 4 the head, when you see him, go get him nigga Let them lames know you ain't playin' with 'em No matter what they spit us, I still ain't
' lawyers in buildings Then we stop speakin', shit got funky I don't give a fuck, muthafucka get my money I ain't never been a hoe, you can't pimp me
' what they supposed Didn't have shit till I started to bust And y'all got shit 'cos of my balls are cussed Ren and Cypress Hill, they ain't liver than
you daddy) (And when I fix my lips my mouth is like wine) (Take a sip don't be shy, tonight I wanna be your lady) (I ain't too good for your Mercedes,
from the first line Chain plenty hang time, yeah [Blade Icewood] G-4 plane flyin, '05 Range drivin If the deal ain't least ten mil' I ain't signin Heard
