up) [Verse 2:] I'm turnt up yup just as much as I wanna be Goin so dumb that tha nerds make in fun of me These girls dancing on me but they really wasn't wanting me Until U
the mirror, like who can fuck with him? Young troublesome, that the ladies love! Packed show at the club, who said wait til 21? Asked who booked, promoter
roughnecks Down to the preps in the polos, the studs with pros Hoes who wheeze, the bald-headed to the dreaded To folks with butters, high rollers and rollers Players with plat studs with
make them fancy you, Fancy me picking you up and taking you to a saloon, Walking out a hour later with your new fancy do, We can write a story with a
blame me you shoulda put something on I feel for you but u knew the deal (you was lying wen u said u was on the pill) I have to be real with you I think
with, come and get a hit of this Mama come on and roll with me, Dont worry bout that drama yeah I keep that .4 with me Pretty much im down for a one
Or no one will rap with me 'Cept one, you asked who is it? [Verse 2: Royce da 5'9"] Guess who just came through the blast, you b-tches With the ratchet
t flip shit playing in toilets with a spatula Chorus: Thyme Ayo, who the fuck passed you the mic and said that you can flow? Point him out man I wanna know Who
Intro 2: Mase] Uh yea Harlem in tact Who in the world wanna problem with that? For real I heard Harlem is back Who in the world wanna problem with
I wouldn't change a stroke Cause baby I'm the most With a girl as fine as she was then (Raspberry beret) The kind U find (The kind U find) The kind U
out be the only thing POP about me, Who could stop me? I hit him like im Luca brasi, So many bitches on my dick nigga luka jocked me, Who the sickest
is alright Ya'll niggas can blow some trees Have coke and some Hennessey My niggas from U.T.P. Everythin' is alright [Young Buck] For those who
with the young'ns nigga, get money and respect You in that name droppin' get u and yo mans wet Nigga I'm a G now who the f**k u think u playin wit? (
come with a hook, it go [Hype - Verse 2] These bitches full of glicthes Cause they snitch to much you do
from New Jerusalem Pretty Rick did his thing for him, but he was using him Power sun, jungle, physical, you know the God He go with Tim, the one who called
not to sin high off weed and lots of gin so much smoke need oxygen u should too, if u knew, what this game'll do to u steadily countin' them Benjamins
it I contemplate but in my heart I know you worth it Tell me can u get away? Ebony, can u get away? C'mon, let's go can u get away? Can u get away? So much
me alone [Esham] Fuck my baby momma, with that baby drama Callin' me while I'm in the Bahamas with Lana and Donna Two freaks that I met with the hummer