in here theres too many man too many many man, too many man too many many man too many man too many many man, too many man too many many man we need somemore
beat it You better run, you better do what you can Don't wanna see no blood, don't be a macho man You wanna be tough, better do what you can So beat
future is untold Till the static unfolds that the good die young Please, God, let a bad boy die old Do you think I wanna lie cold Or better yet have many
Yeah, too many hardcore muthafuckas out here in this business Ain't gettin' their proper loot You know what I'm sayin'? Check the technique Everybody
, boy [ Randy Mac ] Randy Mac One in a million on your back, boy [ Ice-T ] Yo So we bout to get outta here Seems like the police is outside, man (Yo Ice, man
ya boy Fliperachi, the number one fly boy I'm in the building wit' my girl Mya You know we doin' a song for the ladies They want records too, you know
rhythm, the lyrical nympho Wanna see the wicked? Better know what you're in for First, the fan side could be forgiven, you didn't know Second time,
, pimp them hoes. If you a thug you, better get ready for war. If you a hustla, make your dough. If you a gangsta, let your gun smoke. Layzie: Too many
wanna battle me nigga? You better come check my fuckin status my nigga You hoes ain't got lyrics to handle me nigga Man I got styles, styles, and many
It ain't my fault (Let's do it, let's do it) We had too many drinks, baby (Let's do it, let's do it) Got you dancin' on the bar (Let's do it, let's do
life's been a po' ball You did yours, and it's not your fault Tell my grandmother those words too She knows I'm headed to a better place That'll put
up, boy You better just step out I know what you need, baby 'Cause if you want what's real You gotta come for real I don't know if you feel it too But
know! Homeskillet, WHERE YA BEEN? Are you the boy in the plastic bubble? Ooh you in trouble! A tisket a tasket, you're gonna get your ass kicked You better know
gon' shine She don't expect nothin' from no guy She plays aggressive, but she's still shy But you never know her softer side By lookin' in her eyes Knowing
[Soulja Boy Verse] wuz goin on these niggaz out here wildin They Don't want won't beef, better run to police. Better yet man you better keep quiet. iguana
know, nigga Nah, no carbon copies, they ain't got me, but they can watch me Jewels jingling, middle finger at paparazzi Not too cocky, but still, ain't too many
