Don't say a word I'm sure that it won't be enough To erase what I know just happens now, what dreams are made of This is my house and I won't allow the
any one hear me screaming behind these castle walls? There's no one here at all Behind these castle walls Observing the estate through the gate From the outside
Oh, how about a round of applause? Yeah, standing ovation? Ooh, oh yeah Yeah y-yeah yeah You look so dumb right now Standing outside my house Trying
ain't down [ ROUND 2: Shaquel Shabazz ] Wake up it's time to be noticed I'ma do this, I'm gonna show this Beat to be mathematical Syndicate's in the house
Bump my beats Can't nobody compete Imagine this: A hundred G 'lex on your wrist Imagine this: About ten karrots on your fist Imagine this&#
rocks (Oh I gotta get up) And let her know she?s perfect in ways (she couldn?t think of) And I think about her everyday This might not be love, but this
paid like outta this world, Hip-Hop is a bitch and I'm proud of this Girl. When the sharks come to see how the fish curl, This is my Game you Gonna need
Set in motion my imagination's miles A million lights expose those magic cities on the Nile and my Young trials lead me sailing down this stream Of hidden
to go ahead and call this boy Hello? Can I speak to, to Michael? Oh hey, how you doin'? Uh, I feel kinda silly doin' this but uh This is the waitress
Born in Red Hook, Brooklyn, in the year of who knows when Opened up his eyes to the tune of an accordion Always on the outside of whatever side there
rich but bitch, I'm barely broke Blessed with flows that keep you hooked like dope Friends call me Gunz, sons call me Trife 'Cause I'm quick to slide off and slide this
that push has come to this So I guess this must be shove But before you throw those stones at me Tell me, what's your house made of? And if think you
This is the Fugees, outsiders up in here Everyone wants to be a cowboy Grab your guns boy Forty-five by my side No the nigger dies Zen, zen, zen, zen
Yo, this is B Brown [Intro: Bobby Brown] We gon lay ya back on this Benzino track, right Two times [Chorus 2x: Female] (Bobby Brown) Eye for an eye (
, this is how we roll (Woo yea) In case you didn't know Blackstreet is in control (Blackstreet is in control) (Woo) Ooo, this is how we roll (This is
I die? In 1999 smokin' phillies, Bizzy the kid Was bustin' in the ceilin' in my big claim Kickin' on somethin' and dig this Got to feel it, catch and
on some many mack your ass attack shit Ready to back that, now who rollin'? Bone Krayzie up in this muthafucka Nigga I'm rollin', and ain't leavin' this
under surveillance, let them see how it feels to have they phone tapped, let them see how it feels to have a strange car outside your mothafuckin house
