, double M O N I sit and think with a drink Do you wanna be a MC? Or do you wanna serve? Do you wanna be dope? Or do you wanna deal it? Fabricated acrylic
to do me the favor and lick my icing under the table now But I gotta leave town mr. Nally, just as scary spice was about to go down on me And don't
-e Yo, runnin from the five-o, you think this shit is funny By any means necessary I must make my money If niggas try to fade me, I pull out my nine And
root beer one of a kind Spice 1 is up in the house with the niggata niggata nine And the clip and the trigga Muthafuckas try ta play me yet they callin' me
chasing all year Spending this one alone he said Give me a break this years been crazy I said me too, but why are you... You mean you forgot the papers
do you think you are? Trust it, use it, prove it, groove it, show me how good you are, Swing it, shake it, move it, make it, who do you think you are
got some living to do (I've got some living to do) Don't assume I'm gonna be with you You gotta want boy You know you got boy You gotta want me It's just
i've been chasing all year spending this one alone he said give me a break this years been crazy i said me too, but why are you... you mean you forgot
can tell you don't know what to do why don't you step to me let me take you for a ride (take you for a ride) I'll take you where you can run but you can
try to make me believe That you'd never hurt someone Now that pain has come back to you You thought the love you had was true And now you don't know what to do
know you done heard this before But the way you make me feel is real Playas don't love no but stayin' true like you do Got me head over heals, so tell me
Girl don't make me beg I wanna nog your egg (Yes I do, mmmmm girl) I'm gonna rock you like a craddle Mmmm You'll lick the nutmeg off my ladle Mmmm It
about it You talk it, but we about it We do it, you read about it Leave 'em don't speak about it We live it, you dream about it How could you even doubt
Nigga we was family I shed blood for y'all But now you hate me cause of my progress, you want me dead I'm waiting on you niggas you know my address But
Boy, you need religion Little Betty, whatcha gonna do? There's a child growing inside of you You should've stopped and thought things through Little girl you
We's drinkin, smoking, more smoking, more drinking Didn't think about the morning hangover, just didn't want to be sober Yo Radio, tell me how did you
Thinking ima gon get wild Now wait little child You might get smacked you need a pasifire You a wack emcee you was a lyre Talkin about you was 10 leauges