Clap your hands on the floor And keep on rockin' Rock it up on the floor If you're a criminal, kill it on the floor Steal it quick on the floor, on the
it still me baby? Take off your night wear And lay your pretty body in the middle of your bed As I place myself in the middle of your legs Do you want
Raekwon] Visual visual JB Yo 'Ye whattup Raekwon You got stacks like the international house of pancakes All alone ready to phone me and your hand shakes
set? The Ice will And once I'm in effect it's overkill Kinda like a hold-up, all the tickets sold up And then the black stretch limo cold rolls up And
in effect gettin big respect Then I collect big checks 1's, 5's, 10's and 20's A 100 g's and I'm pullin honeys Left and right, day and night You gotta
Of P.T. Barnum and Charlie Chan Shine your shoes, light your fuse Can you use them ol' U.S. Blues? I'll drink your health, share your wealth Run your life, steal your
blues and it hold your aims you're bold or fold no in betweens console your seems don't blow your creams also don't you loose your dreams this is my life
Screechin' to a halt in front of your house The front door opened and your momma peeked out I saw your silhouette brushin' your long hair Any minute now
clap when I?m rolling my body That?s a seven if I was rolling the dice I don?t care, I?ll be dancing upon your table Steal your bottle and I?ll suck
[Verse 1 - Big Sean] Sometimes I dream bigger than I live Sometimes I think better when I'm lit So goin and light it Roll it up, ignite it One time for
(Ahhhhhh) I wanna steal your soul (Brick by brick) I wanna rock and roll (Brick by Brick) I wanna rock and roll (Brick by brick) I wanna rock and roll
want to steal your soul, brick by brick I want to rock and roll, brick by brick I want to rock and roll, brick by brick I want to rock and roll Brick
I can make your bed rock Haters in the building nigga I can make your bed rock (girl) I can make your bed rock I can make your bed rock (Lil Wayne) She
a lot this year Everybody mad at the rocks that I wear I know where I'm goin' and I know where I'm from You hear LOX in your ear Yea we're at the airport
instance Hoes and them folks and the M.O's and the K.I's and the F.O's And the B.D's and lows and the fiends and the hoes and god It's real, real, on
now you see what happens Your mind is gone, your crew just cut Sucker MC I'll tell you what Your rhymes are weak, your rap the same And when it comes
put habaneros on your hamburger, I pull bow and arrows out on you you would think it's murder. Leave me with your bitch in a mini-skirt and I might serve
doing, don't trip Or go and buy gats y'all and come up on a grip So like anybody else I went and bought a gun Pulling burgs at night and now I'm counting