face please Initiate phase 3, missy, now service me Take another shot of Jager, shake it so nervously Take your time, baby, oh, you're the bomb, baby Oh, you're doing that
take back all of the hurt For your love I've taken for granted I'll do anything to change If that's what it takes, that's what it takes I've got to
fly Don't you know that if I could fly I'd take to the sky I feel so special when I'm making you cry But I regret the things I throw in your face,
hand Oh, if I could fly Oh, if I could fly I'd take to the sky I feel so special when I'm making you cry But I regret the things I throw in your face
'll make it alright Some brimstone baritone anti-cyclone rolling stone preacher from the East He says, "Dethrone the dictaphone, hit it in its funny bone, that
got buzzed when your sister said "Throw away them records `cause the blues is dead Let me take you honey where the scene's on fire" And tonight I learned for certain that
throw stones We've only come to dance the dance to take us home Face to face with that mouth, What mouth Face to face with that mouth, What mouth Face to face with that
know that it's stone cold funk,I can tell 'Cause it's written all over by the way you smell That funk the aroma,that smell,that scent You'll be arrested
I can find and throw it at the windshield of a cop car Dissin' me can be pretty fatal Cause bitch I got +Money In The Bank+ from puttin' that shit into
barkin thats that boy Bird, rock 73rd letem boys know we goin fed, what ya heard got that Lil Three, and that mans off that Botany got that boy Joe thinkin
it's time to get'cha issue, c'mon [Interlude: Bun B] The good book say, that he who is without sin cast the first stone Mayne every time I walk inside
Pyrex bulb and the whoop so throwed I cooked it for nine then I stretched it for nine more Whoa, I'm that nigga bakin' with holes in his door Crummy niggaz sellin' that
for all of our faults [Aceyalone] people in glass houses shouldn't throw stones people who live in glass houses don't throw stones people in glass houses shouldn't throw stones
million, Diamond, you're beautiful with brilliance Still it's not enough, even though we're inseparable We need to take a break but that don't mean that
a girl that's stacking and popping When I come in late she's not clocking Not in the crib throwing 'round pots and Nice girl, that's clean, that was
'm in the middle, watch is all chiseled I can holla at the birds like Dr. Dolittle What's that in your pocket Ghost? A Dill pickle Not that, oh, that'
[Intro: Ghostface Killah] [church bell ringing] Yeah, yeah, we want all that shit, we'll take all that shit Sneak up on 'im right, feel me? Soon as he
Yeah, that's right Hardy Boys shit Smoke a Winston to this shit nigga Word up bout to fuckin' throw ya head up Yeah Yo, yo he got his stones from Greece