every move that I make You've got me all wrong It's not the real me screaming you away It's that selfish sadness ruining every day Everything is wrong
controls every move that I make You've got me all wrong It's not the real me screaming you away It's that selfish sadness ruining every day Everything is wrong
rings Everywhere we go, we roll with the team, yeah And you know that we lasers, so you know that we beam It's the All City varsity, hard-headed squad
Spit in your face, go 'head lil' baby rappers Can't fuck with us convicts, Stat-land It's like actions, cliques'll die right with traction It's Wall
with them nursery rhymes We was in the studio, when I first got signed He got stuck, he called 50 tryna borrow some lines That's the wrong nigga, when you need help with
ground, 3 stories high The deepest bass and the real fresh high So step off your throne; they're on the loose The DJ's from Miami with all the juice
us alll Let's get along with the Mexicans And we can all have peace on the sets again Imagine that if it took place [ha ha ha] Keeping the smile off their
With Muff and Uncle Biff But there's one good thing that happens When you toss your pearls to swine Their attitudes may taste like shit But go real good with
the thief when the king catch him stealin', got his hands in the cookie jar. Off with his hand! Fuck it, off with his head! Make him stand front and center
wrong (Ooh wrong, ooh wrong...) We choose the way you gonna go into the coffin man when it comes to Judgement Day Flame and blaze, and up at The Door with
is life she often said, with one day leading to the next, you get a little closer to your death which was fine with her, she never got upset and with
baby (repeat first three lines, finish with 'Turn it up'); {Verse 2:} Yo, word is bond Baby let's get it on I never say it wrong Yo baby girl take off
we takin' niggas war Still on the run Always running for cover when its necessary I'm out numbered for now But all that shit is temporary Fuck with the wrong
48 tracks Studio gangster mack signed the deal, thinks he's gonna make a mil' But never will 'til he crosses over Still filling your head with fantasies Come with