a bitch ain't one, hit me Havin' girl problems I feel bad for you son I got 99 problems and a bitch ain't one, ha ha You crazy for this one Rick, it
s dat shit (like or not, bitches fightin over dick) [Redman] I'm high-powered, the dog rott weiler Chocolate thai showers got Doc cookin minute rice for five
we raw and that's how we raw and that's raw Untouchable in the 4X4 untouchable you know I got more [Thanks to sk8shoe_182@excite.com for these lyrics
sistaz and brothaz But somehow fell out of place Fuckin with they punk ass mother I apologize I wish I could turn back the hands of time Wishin we could pillow fight, just one more
'll get it popping outside my friend You ain't gotta let us in Yo, Papi and I'm banned from the Roxy Mad shootout's and more fights than Rocky I hold
out loud, Wu-Tang's back for more Yes, the hour's four, I told you before Prepare for mic fights (And plus the cold war) Be on the lookout for this
line, Your first time ever losin' this battle with time, But right before you meet your death, one more memory left, The only one that's obsolete was your first breath, One
testin one two testin And countin my blessings And pray for the brotherman with an m-60 in his hand, Eatin spam So one more time, testin one two, and
I love the dough, more than you know Gotta let it show, I love the dough, hey I love the dough, more than you know Gotta let it show, I love the dough
man can love you For the rest of your life Oh so, baby let me try, I wanna make you smile I wanna love you like you need to be loved I'll never let
years but only had six All the ghetto hoods with only one bad bitch This is for my bitches who ain't never have shit Settin' niggas up for all they stashes Love
catch a flight to another life Five baby mommas every one of them trife? hoes They won't stifle, always wanna fight and for what Get the rifle one to
Eazy." [Verse 1 - The Game] Picture me rollin' in that black B-M-dub, headed to the club Fresh out the Tyson fight, Beamer all rimmed up Shinin' with the big homie, five
welcome to the sextion, where it's all about sex if horny is what you're looking for well this is the place the sextion now, for your listenting pleasure
Al Capone No Limit Records in the house got it goin' on Ain't no love, I thought I told ya Us TRU niggas, straight soldiers King ready to fight
set, and shut up, and be sho' about it Cause everybody done lost one But don't come home cryin unless your ass mind another one And your ass better fight
brains out Bitch you don't know nann nigga uh-uh Who'll fall off in the club Free drinks for the show some love Take the bar home for the thugs Bitch
This ain't a game, this an organized movement My hurt, my love, my pain, my stress My strife, my wife, my life, my test We made for more, we die for