, again, again You want me back so bad And it's a damn shame that you [Repeat 1 x4] Oh oh, oh oh, oh oh, oh oh (Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh-huh, uh-huh) Wanna take me back
: (feat. DJ Clue, Joe Budden, Paul Cain) [Intro - DJ Clue] Yeah y'all This the Triangle Offense Ghetto Fab Paul Cain, Joe Buddens We all "Street Dreams
and the studarist (Ah ha, Ah ha!) A guy in fur, continental flying spur, you might wanna keep an eye on her, (CLUE CLUE!) Theres no question amuse**
I don't wanna be cool, I don't wanna be you I don't wanna shake hands, or wear your G-Unit shoes Don't want you on my hooks, don't wanna be in your group
York Hip-hop police on me think they runnin New York Till I lace my and1 show 'em how to run in New York They tryin to take me downtown put me under
Roc-A-Fella, big up to Ruff Ryders DMX, EPMD, Jazzy Joyce, Cocoa Chenelle, Green Lantern, Mister Cee, DJ Enuff DJ Camilo, DJ Envy, Clue, Kay Slay, the
tellin all these hoes to take they Ana to tha floo i'm out (koopsta knicca) Yeah, koopsta knicca up in this birch with that midevil shird (dj paul) Yeah, dj
Master Put Me In The Projects, Hey Put Me In The Projects, In The Projects Put Me In The Projects, Hey Put Me In The Projects, In The Projects Put Me
's But this section's E's behind the rope If your not with me freeze back the hell up (I'm Hot) Dj'd know what time it is Kid Capri, Flex, S, Clue or
me dude... And they need to take it up with me after the show... Because... These chicks don't even know the name of my band... But they're all on me
-u-t Iraq to QB Mobb deep in jersey and they swerve to me Stay thirsty, thats what my nigga pun told me First it was Christopher Wallace now Christopher Rios Me
Intro: Styles Dj Clue. Desert Storm style baby. What nigga All: L-O-X, chest to chest, back to back glock for glock, Mac for Mac Dope and crack
, life is shaky I act like this 'cause they make me, probably hate me Nigga, I'm in the dictionary look me up Express art from my heart, baby, cook me
maybe I respect ya half ass It's the streets that raised me, mah dudes just pray for me I'm layin' for them, they layin' for me We turn bitches out, take
don't know too much about em but they wont buy red I ain't trippin don't wanna let the killas in blue start me Wake up again I'm a DJ Clue party With
.G. to get back But I sit back and hope that crack See I don't smoke that, it's too many black folks With street dreams wanna blow back Cease aloupe that
it go down You wanna hate? Okay, it's okay, You can hate me baby! I'm on fire right now ya bitch ass nigga, ya heard me... [Gunshots x2] [Bizarre] Yeah... Detroit, Motherfucka... DJ
