more Go, get you some Mansion, lots, planes, phantoms, bitch you better Go, get you some Hustlin', jugglin', robbin', stealin' shit, I gotta get this
cars, clothes, sexy broads, plenty more, go.. get you some [Q-Tip] Mansion, lots, planes, Phantoms, bitch you better... [Marsha] Go.. get you some [Q-
, clothes, sexy broads, plenty more, go.. get you some [Q-Tip] Mansion, lots, planes, Phantoms, bitch you better... [Marsha] Go.. get you some [Q-Tip]
's your record And you my brother my nigga look I gotta rhyme fresh See the way I coming, how I do the game, church Ask somebody, you gotta know you need to get
' and I ain't lookin back for shit Crooked ass bitch, today I get you back for this I'll get you back I love you baby, no you don't You drive me crazy
wasn't missing had to get out this position Niggas still hitting, feel a hot one in my back Licked six shots, smoked a nigga wit' the mac The nigga wit' the shottie still busting
it's too hot for y'all? [Rhymes] You need to take it off [P. Did] In case you ain't knowin niggas we on a roll now [Busta Rhymes] Diddy, like we done
hot for y'all? [Rhymes] You need to take it off [P. Did] In case you ain't knowin niggas we on a roll now [Busta Rhymes] Diddy, like we done stumbled
be running some mission you've never seen Hot shit making you niggas forever feen Anyone of you coming, you better come clean Hit you with an overdose
shit I need something that works, motherfucker I wonder were you flattered I tried to get you drunk I know you're collecting disciples I know you want
med Ya say you like this record,you think it's fun? Party people get stupid we just begun!!! (break) You're get,get,gettin' real stupid As the beat hits your body get ill!!! You
sport, you think long You think wrong, you got it goin' on, baby doll But I won't sing you no love song, you either love me Or you don't, you're either
'm sayin'? How the fuck you gonna tell me to run my motherfuckin' life? Bitch, you don't even know who the fuck you are You talkin' about you don't like rap, you
Ice muthafuckin' T And I've been listenin' to a lotta DJ's Get on the mike and tryin' to get busy You know what I'm sayin'? But can't no DJ get rap
' Don't become another victim of mic slayin' What's up? You want your feet in some concrete? I got some brothers that'll do you for gold teeth But most
girlies and I don't mean maybe The way I rhyme no one will ever slay me And I ain't lyin' rhyme do pay me ! Rhyme pays ---- !! Verse three: I'm notorious
