we do is fight I've loved you So long I don't know who I'd be without My head hurts I wish I'd never woke up I feel worse than when S Club 7 broke up
, that's what life becomes when you doing you Welcome to Hollywood don't let this town ruin you And if you pillow talking with the women that are screwing you
me on TV A-Rab President, Boss S-Beezy Swag you ain't seen me you cannot steal it Now watch the dance flow as opposite to kill it You do not get it,
club on that thug shit Cop frisks suits snub in the club quick Told y'all real high, when I come you can try If you want, you can die, if you want to
tuna Make a choice to see the hail lord's heaven Get your chest laid out wit the FM 47 You think shit you can do will do but nobody But in the Yay, there
of tuna Make a choice to see the hail lord's heaven Get your chest laid out wit the FM 47 You think shit you can do will do but nobody But in the Yay,
like the Bada Bing So make sure that you youngin's got it right Kane's who's the fuckin rock stars party like (You heard!) [Chorus: Busta Rhymes] SO
s me and you boy (now it's me and you) Now it's you and me boy (Now it's you and me) Now it's all about me and you (oh babe) We began to do our thang
44's where you're hoes are swallowing deep throat If you owe me dough then you know you falling asleep, close *****'s pupils that's what I do, i'm foolish
President live on Channel 7 [Chorus x2: DJ Premier scratches] "Coming through rocking" [Inspectah Deck] "Wild like Rockstars who smash guitars" "Non-Phixion" "Unadulterated" "Emcee's
real niggas ain't got time For you hip hop bitches dance all night long Know who you are and this is your fuckin' song While you at a club thinking you
think they're cooler than me Impossibly impossibility Who would you rather be facin Freddie or Jason Do you like steak sauce on your steak? Are you real
s T.V's Playin, Rim's Spinin, Blowin' Plenty Dro Don't Have To Mention, When You Pimpin, You Get Plenty Hoes It's All On You, If You Gon' Trick, Or You
the rhyme and the rhyme is so fresh yo So what'chu got? 9's and tecs, you no threat It's the beat, how you get your cake don't matter It takes heart
like the Bada Bing So make sure that you youngin's got it right Kane's who's the fuckin rock stars party like (You heard!) [Chorus: Busta Rhymes] So