Chores) He Raps..He Sangs.. He do his thang.. He does..We does.. Everythang you wish you was.. its T-wayne (its T-pain).. Bang(Bang).. He Raps..He Sangs.. He
take me out) You don't want it, you don't know how it goes down (Jadakiss, Bun B, Fat Joe, Pusha T) Ooooooooooh, yeaaaaah... Yeaaaaah, last night Latifah
creep and turn your projects into Columbine And I'm rap's MVP Don't make me remind y'all what happened in D.C. This nig named Gotti, he pretend Mad at
an exchange for your necklace and your boss is a bitch, if he could he would Sell his soul for cheap, trade his +Knight+ to be Suge You can buy cars but you can't
and turn ya projects into Collumbine And I'm rap's MVP Don't make me remind ya'll what happened in D.C. This nigga ain't Gotti, he pretend Mad at us,
blood and said, "Heck, country western rap records are good!!" So he picks the guitar up and he strums a few notes He can't rap, or sing, but he wants
a RAGE... You maintain to put a negro in pain you used to diss me "You sure you wanna hang with old Eddie Kane?" (+The Five Heartbeats+) Ain't nuttin
king Niggaz that got life really like what I sing Cause they know is he really like, niggaz feel my pain Know the shit I DON'T write be the illest shit
my enemies' time to talk I open his eyes so he can see he talking in front of a wall he talking he want to be me he walking want to be a rapper, and an
enemies' time to talk I open his eyes so he can see he talking in front of a wall he talking he want to be me he walking want to be a rapper, and an
child, He can't shoot and he can't go run them out, There's no school and the kids go runnin wild, The police and the court wanna run them out, He's
mama) The love I'm sending ain't making it through to your heart (I hope you hear me) [Lil' Wayne] Pain, since I've lost you, I'm lost too Nigga feelin' like he
the house, You forgot about the ring, I remember everything, I just wanna hear you sing, I remember the love, right after the fights You can't tell me you don't
cutter, Skin ain't Huck Finn but I ain't Nigger Jim mother fucker I'm more like clubber from the upper cut of the gutter Never can't tell I won't bow
still can't walk to the light Cause my work ain't finished on earth, for what it's worth From the cradle to the hearse, God and family first, for real [Chorus: singer
the money ain't, Gudda tough, Nelly nice, Nick nasty, Streets bad, Tyga I'll, Drake magic, Millz harlem, Chuck wild, Twist Dallas, And mack maine rap, sing
right to be king Niggaz that got life really like what I sing 'Cause they know is he really like, niggaz feel my pain Know the shit I don't write be
't stop, and it won't stop ??¶ause i just can't quit. This game be runninthrough my veins with nothinbut platinum hits. And nigga it don't stop, ??¶
