Ne-Yo I want to take this time to introduce ya to somebody special Now when I say special I mean unique His name is Mic Little and he got something to say Yo Mic
me, you'll only complain So let go my hand, go be with your friends You turn out the light, will I see you tonight My one little hopeful My one little
goes on Every little thing she does Every little thing she does Every little thing she does Every little thing she does Every little thing she does Every little thing she does Every little
little thing Every little thing Every little thing Every little thing Every little Every little Every little Every little thing she does Every little thing she does Every little thing she does Every little
: Come along with me to my little corner of the world Dream a little dream in my little corner of the world You'll soon forget that there's any other
some Gucci too Breakout, like the Convicts, don't even trip Parked the candy 'cross the pen, bumped the Ganksta Nip Manye, little did I know that the
just trying to you give you a little hint for your own benefit Cause then it's gonna get to the point Where it escalates to some other shit Then I'm
hit and get sent to the other side You lose both sides of the coin So me I play the hood baby Not in the Mama got a little church I could join But I didn
they knew me Now I'm that muthafucka that be ??, the nigga that bust all y'all My mission in life to be the coldest nigga that ever spit shit on the mic
: [Intro - P. Diddy] Yeah, (Hey yo, turn my mic on) Booba (Yo), the champ is here (Yeah like that), the champ is here All you other motherfuckers, sit
gon act now? Being stubborn little homie couldn't back down But I'm back now, and we back around Killing all the daughters and they mama along with em Little
to tell y'all? Flipmode run these streets, c'mon! [Chorus - 2: Mynx (Busta Rhymes ad-libs)] I wish I - I wish I had just a little more time (more time
Call me the serial rhyme killer Mic-cord strangling, mangling, tangling, you in the web nigga Your head is dangling off of your shoulders Cause my mic
knowin there ain't a lot of dudes That like the fact I'm blowin Like some runnin shoes on the track I'm goin Tell these other dudes they slack I'm sewing
to serve Just a punky little eyeball And a funky optic nerve Word Emily Osment: Hey i never told you this but uh Sometimes I get a little blue
the mass appeal, baby crank the shit Cause it's your god damned jam You said that you want your punclines a little more compact Well shorty I'm that man These other
is on your lips" And if I'm lucky, you might just give it a little kiss And that's the message that we deliver to little kids And expect them not to