fuck wit' me It's my life, my money, my world My girls, let's electrify the sky like the third rail Want us to fail 'cuz you on our dick But as long
Niggaz soft like avocado, trying to hold bravado My tips be hollow, some real hard shit to swallow It's the S.A.S express don't get caught on the tracks
Come on, come on, come on, come on Lil Mama you in third, you should be in first Do your daddy and your mamma know the way that you curse? Now you're
Dame Second - you stole Kanye from Dame Third - you stole Roc-A-Wear from Dame Forth - I seen the nigga throw that diamond up before them shots was fired Fifth - hold on
I can last, my heart is sinkin' fast I'm goin' down, down for the third time Tryin' to hold on to a love that's gone Drownin' in the love that keeps
here, let my touch on you, I let you touch on me Put my tongue on you, you put your tongue on me Let me ride on you and you can ride on We can do it all
the crib and see your face If only for one night, the sunlight's gleamin' in our face No love without pain, I still love you the same But still share the same love
here let my touch on you I let you touch on me Put my tounge on you you put your tounge on me Let me ride on you and you can ride on We can do it all
been stripped I've just been picked so I must then get on the bus then split Man fuck this shit, yo I'm going the fuck home World on my shoulders as
admit but you were there through all of it And it shook me, and I'm still shaking now. Repeat chorus (then) instrumental verse (ends with em / d twice) Will you hold on
jaw Your face is a coat type raw And the blood and snot they mix, jelly on the floor My love is cop them bricks, belly on the floor I rob you, you soft
with some Seagrams gin Life is like a dice game and I'm into win On the scene From the 41st side of Queens We get the cream laid up Love, love for dame
to milk you Niggaz who could've killed you Is down with my ill crew of psychoes Nas Escobar movin' on your weak production Pumpin' corruption in the third world we just bustin' Hold
of society. (No way) Third World debt, Third World exploitation. (Damn) What a society we?re living in, (You're right, I.V.) Selling Third World drugs at First World
Yeah you stand the third house Right beside the one with the gate I'm gonna walk over there and knock on his door *knock* Nigga this is the heaven
represent it, I'ma make these boys know I'ma hold it down for my dirty third coast Like a soldier at his post, I'ma stay up on my note, get four Lock,
messed up, gold on my neck Don't sweat y'all show respect poppa on the set Death threat, I come a long stretch you can bet Love is love, for real for
and power made me treasurer With third down, six to go flash his strobe lights I'm open Raza hit me off lovely and I love him With root beer thoughts