then. i hate to say but it's true, i really don't wanna be with you, and i think that i wanna go home, so why won't you leave me alone?. [chorus] when
they do And if you good at something make sure they pay you And if not take a thank you Whether they praise you, or whether they hate you It's all about
I remember when [B.o.B:] Well, it's B to the O, O to the B You know it's the flow, you know that it's me, I flow to this beat As easy as goin' to the
song That's the sound of my formal introduction I mean "tion" What's up? You know, my flow Cause it's B dot O And it's B dot O And it's B dot O And you
B me me I'm famous Hey hey do you wanna be famous Everywhere you go, people know what your name is Everyone you know, tryin' to tell you you changin'
don't be fool, I'd rather have you ma' Than everything, I'd give it all, just for you, yeah You're the one baby girl, I've never been so sure Your skin
rings borders It's full of queen and king's daughters, as clean as spring water 'F's for freakin, 'A's alright (yeah) 'B's for bottles that pop all night
cloudy And I dont front for nothin' I likes, I gets, I want for nothin' I'm givin' ya straight answers And I'd rather be dead than livin wit hate cancer
eyes, when I'm puffin that Blueberry, I aint talking with a muffun sack Roll up the sauer d's well if you want em nigga I split open the dutch, then
I'm 10 years younger than Yayo, I get out, I'm fine Then I go right back, nigga I pop mines How you gon' drop Olivia, you only drop dimes I knew you changed
T.I.) [50 Cent] I never said anything, I never take anything back [Young Buck] Well you kinda heard me speaking "You ain't a crip like Snoop, you ain
Jay, I call her B, We gettin married, to the streets. I'm chasin money, she chasin me. I'm right where I wanna be, With da B on my bentley, Da horse on
sickas cell, fuck your talk is cheap When I see you, and I'm gonna see you I'm strip you down asshole naked and thats how I'm leave you Then I'm find
you tailgate I know you a snitch, I can see it in your eyes Shackled up, D.O.C.'s, all my niggaz on that ride You can, stunt if you wanna, Chip is a gunner
know I'm payin my dues, and I got the utmost, I just wanna let you know I'm payin homage 'cause, you've paved the way for meeee, ye-yeah [Verse 4: Pusha
out I'm New York's king, I'm New York's hardest n*gga Anything in between's a motherf**kin' target n*gga D-B-L-O-C-K he spray The hawk'll find a nice
