cut Uncontrollably you motivate and move your butt It's rough the beat is gangsterous, call it tough If you're diss'n stop frontin', come on what's up? Complicated voice
diss me even though you know it's wrong know you gon (miss me a little when I'm gone) [Fabolous] Drizzy voice, now I'm ghost baby four door Rizzy Royce tryna work
she should work tonight Call her King of Diamonds and tell China it be worth the flight I'll be at my table, stacking dollars to the perfect height Work something, let's work
gotta figure out a way to make it all combine Like Jericho the work ... ...Voices out of city surround You know what is wrong I'ma put your voice to work
Well I only came into this bar To hear a sad song But I'll probably be here all night long The way I'm feeling now I couldn't get you on the phone So
Shoulder to the wheel for someone else's selfish gain Here there is no choosing, working the clay Wearing their anger like a ball and chain Fire in the
phone and you said that somethings wrong i can feel it in ur voice i can hear it in your tounge and you said its just not working out its just not working
's a beauty. [Maynard:] She's the one who has that fucked up voice. [Buzz:] Is she a rocket scientist? [Maynard:] The fuckin'... she has a voice like
new land I know we can do it, long as we lend a hand. The only thing we have to do is put it in our mind. And surely things will work out, [Ashanti &
shoutin' all the way And I had no idea where he'd heard the things, he'd say But he was not your normal voice of doom It was a happy song, sung slightly
to my Beamer A keeper get the fever viva end receiver Oochie Wally Wally leave it to my Beaver Take a big sip and inhale, you tip the scale If this rap game don't work
Sloping off the ceiling at an angle And when the voices blend they sound like angels I hope there's some room still in the middle But when I lift my voice
on the nightshift You found another home, I know you're not alone on the nightshift Gonna miss your sweet voice, that soulful voice On the nightshift, we all remember you The songs
had my way I'd burn that building to the ground Boy bands and cheerleaders Homophobes and earbleeders American misplaced anger I won't hang ya I'll just hang
dreams, this is my whole book Still the screams from girls shot and killed fill my head on a daily At times I question God can you blame me they can't tame me? My voice
the Side was the cut We started to put songs together like, what? Traveled the world, came back to the crib and hit the motherland Yeah, this year we put in work
worth to work just to get a dime So pardon my disposition Why should I listen to a system that never listened to me? Picture me working McDonald's I'd
my nigga you know [voice singing in background] gotta find me any angel [Royce-chorus] just remember the hook,just remember the hook,just remember the hook my nigga [voice
