really they two faced Hopein u trip and slip over your own shoe lace That's why I tuck em in not givin' a fuck again D.R.A you add the K.E a hundred
music to blame? Who owns my heart? Is it love or is it art? 'Cause the way you got your body moving It's got me confused, and I can't tell if it's the
far as I'm concerned, music is music, I don't look at it is Rock R n' B or that kind of stuff, I just look at it as music you know And anybody who said
ain't talkin shit I'ma see ya when you make a mill When you make a mill When ya make a mill, I'ma see ya Respected by gee's cos I never tried to be
, uhh, it's what I do for a livin' nigga (Watcher) Eat for a livin' nigga (Watcher) That's how I live for a livin' nigga (Watcher) Okay, let's do this
It's gon' be trouble, trouble It's gon' be trouble, trouble It's gon' be trouble, trouble It's gon' be trouble, trouble Say man, she don't stop, she
t get it confused, never had no silver spoon But you got a long walk, tryna fit Timbaland's shoes And next up(I believe that's me) And what's your name
boom They don't want music, they don't know how to use it They don't want music, they don't want music They don't want music, they don't know how to
C-A-T E-M-P-I-R-E-S G-O-T A Party H-A-P-P-E-N-I-N-G and it's a G-O-Double N-A be seeing The break of dawn Then keep on rockig it Can you tell me something
't give up, you got a lot of people waitin' on you Do your mamma a favor Give them some of that Chicago style R'n'B that I brought you up on R'n'B ain
all right now It's a life or death situation man Y'all don't really understand how I feel right now man It's your boy Kanye to the Chi-town what's going
's my throne Can't stop now 'cause that ain't me (That ain't me) You see, I won't stop (That ain't me) Ooh, I won't quit (That ain't me) No, I won't
STOP) [BABYFACE] THERE'S SOMETHING THAT FEELS SO RIGHT DEEP INSIDE OF YOUR RHYTHM (BABY TONIGHT'S YOUR NITE) [COKO] WHEN I FEEL YOUR BEAT INSIDE MY SOUL (IT'S A
, the music should move your bones Just remember Sing this song with me Ain't nobody love you like I love you You're a good girl and that's what makes
jail bars Jigga, no pies, no case Just Hawaiian shirts, hangin' with little Chase You a fan, a phony, a fake, a pussy, a Stan I still whip your ass, you thirty-six in a
before Nasir would explore a career in rap As a music dude, I mastered this Rubik's Cube Godzilla, fought Gargantua, eyes glued to the tube Was a, long
he'll tell you it's true It's a fact, music makes you violent Like Michael Jackson telling little Timmy to be silent You don't believe me, here's my
-hole pants, can't play no high school dance Fuzz tone, hear 'em go, hear 'em on the radio Misfits twilight zone R A M O N E S, R A M O N E S, Ramones
