on up! Now I got something to tell ya (swing it from left to right) I'll tell you, now that I think about it (yeah) And now I wanna tell ya how to get
know it's on - huh, You feel it, you feel it, you want it, you want it Roll it, roll it, lick it - now hit it. You see everytime I wake up, I got
and I'm loving it Chorus Third Verse (Pimpstress): Well I'm that thug that you can't resist Crazy ass bitch i was made for this Got a house
with me Hit the block gun cocked, nigga pass the weed Hustle we'll never knock, recognize the G TRU playas indeed, TRU yes indeed Verse 1 (Kane) It'
cop's tail Rock shells hit, raise a fist so they know to make a hit Can I flip it? I may get wicked as I rip it To get specific, If the shoe fits, then kick it It
Verse 1 [Spice 1] bailin out the cut wit 2 dime pieces, keep killas like pitbulls on leashes, aint no muthafuckin suckas, nigga my soilders elite, its
my whatchamicallit Damn my Reeses pieces A little spice Ain't nothing nice Can you keep a secret? I'm a smart cat trying to make a little money So I can
there's no shame In my game let me be your remedy man I can hit your ears with the words that I share So Taste this feel forenow I made the grave A rumpely
They had it coming They had it coming They had it coming all along. I didn't do it/ She does not do it But if I'd done it (she'd done it) How could you
niggaz dwellin only the strong survive, I ain't no motherfuckin cat I ain't got nine lives, so bring it on motherfucker I'm tellin him to bring it on
fall His blood hit the mutha fuckin wall Ran to the trunk and got the AK cause the funk was on It felt like Christmas Day I got a present and it come
went bad The good girl went bad I'm tryin ta get things I never had [Outro:] She went bad I thought it was all good though Game'll switch up on you quick, baby........ But I
niggaz dwellin Only the strong survive, I ain't no motherfuckin cat I ain't got nine lives, so bring it on motherfucker I'm tellin him to bring it on
hood gee Like Spice-1 said those fools living like movies Little kids get 'bout it, I mean my hood is rowdy I'm try to make a dollar 50 before I'm up
Like Spice-1 said, ?Those fools living like movie? Little kids get 'bout it, I mean my hood is rowdy I'm try to make a dollar, 50 cent before I'm up and
print it, print it right, you sucker Cause we, can all be some fightin motherfuckers And if you disrespect me I'ma bank ya Peace to Spice 1, but guerillas
like rocks, nah fuck that, like boilin lava I'm wicked, sit back and kick it, as I saliva How I took in your eyeball, I call all shots for the GNC Nigga
christ, I'm anti-fair, anti-vice, anti-nice, anti-spice Up your life, I'll make you love it 'cause it's real and you bump it 'cause it's tight Yeah, people