you . . . [Chorus: 3LW] Wanna get down, baby, I do Holla at me, baby, ooh-ooh If you rollin' deep tonight, then I do Wanna, know you And If you, wanna get
you . . . [Chorus: 3LW] Wanna get down, baby, I do Holla at me, baby, ooh-ooh If you rollin' deep tonight, then I do Wanna, know you And If you, wanna
hurt thinkin this is just a rap To all you little mamas, that wanna get my number After the show is over, you wanna come on over You wanna sip Mo', you wanna
a rap To all you little mamas, that wanna get my number After the show is over, you wanna come on over You wanna sip Mo', you wanna smoke 'dro Ask me
robberies and walkbys and you don't want that; neither do I But I will, I will - cause I'm a hustler, hustler High 'til I die, I'm gon' get mine Even
Get High But I Used To Sell And Now I Leave It Alone Cauze I'm Doing Well, Well I Never Sold Out, I Can Do What I Want To My Baby Momma Want Money? I
catch a body I got styles like karate Jujitsu, when I hit you then I split you Like a cantaloupe Hope you got a rope to hang yourself I rob for self,
-- nobody leavin everybody "Get down, get down! Get down, get down!" - James Brown {*sample cut and repeated*} [Nas] Everybody "Get down, get down! Get down, get
stop I can't stop You can hate me I hate you too You can hate me now.. You can hate me now.. [Nas] Do it now, I told you do it now [Puff] Let's go [
then} I'll be making you my lady S E got me going crazy Anything that you want me to do I'll do anything 'cause I'm feeling you Off in the club girl you
robberies and walkbys And you don't want that, neither do I But I will, I will 'cause I'm a hustler, hustler High 'til I die, I'm gon' get mine Even
at But they too close, and I got this new toast 'Magine if I would of let off a shot or two, you know what I gotta do [Freeway] Free hold east coast
why nobody never gon' believe you You should do what we do, stack chips like *Hebrews* Don't let the melody intrigue you (uh-uh) Cause I leave you, I
lil' kim] What you niggas want Wanna talk slick Wanna do shit, try shit, new shit Who you fucking wit' You and your weak clique Bitch you creep wit' got you
really gon' do some' What's wrong with you son? Oh you got a new gun, do you know how to use one? Then you livin an illusion, livin in a used one While
nobody never gon' believe you You should do what we do, stack chips like *Hebrews* Don't let the melody intrigue you (uh-uh) Cause I leave you, I'm
