He don't know you like I know you He can't see you like I do Yet he don't want you like I want you He don't need you like I do I bet he's never known
Full moon splits soft niggas in a lunatic on some absurd shit You talk back, hustlin' crack don't make you bigger Niggas who take your measurements quick, don't
a quick hand. He'll look around the room, he won't tell you his plan. He's got a rolled cigarette, hanging out his mouth he's a cowboy kid. Yeah he found
, he cut me off and stepped to Cookie He said, "How do you feel about this, my dear?" I said, "Nigga you don't check my bitch like I ain't standin' here
, rub the record in ?Cause you ain't heard nuttin' this funky ?Cause you ain't heard nuttin' this funky ?Cause you ain't heard nuttin' this funky ?Cause you ain't
you won't try, I'll give ya something to regret Throw that mothafucking semi to ya neck Throw the other black Jimmy to ya chest If you budge, you get
He ain't gonna do it to us again son! We gonna do it son!) Look, I'm sayin' - you know I'm with you - you know how we get down We gonna get the nigga
and ass, we don't fake it Measuring tape, by four she'd take it Mouth is open, nuts you ate it Player on the side, I know he hate it Alligator shoes,
I lay you niggaz out like tomorrow's outfit You gettin me pissed, you niggaz ain't about shit Before you get me started I suggest you bounce bitch I got
bat, I don't (Cenz.) around. -Bizzy Bone-Chorus- You run, and you hide (Tell them (Cenz.) you better run, c'mon now)/ And you run, and you and hide
, I've ever fought Hey, I don't need some turkey telling me that I ain't country And sayin' I ain't worth the damned ol' ticket that he bought 'Cause
't a freak show) It ain't a freak show Ya know what I'm sayin'? (Don't give up, don't give up, don't give up) Don't go (You know the deal) Rapper Noyd
and he could put up that cannon The way he shakin', it just might go off He put up the gun as I explained my situation He listened to my story then he
You know nothin's gettin' done when talk is all you hear Like someone revvin' up a truck never put in gear But you don't see a cowboy run his mouth and
'mon, uh (Gimme what you got, gimme what you got) And you say St. Louis City (Gimme what you got, gimme what you got) You wild boy, you need to change
thats the best part You niggas don't know what pain is The only scar on ya body's a stretch mark (stretch mark) [Tony Yayo] Keep ya mouth shut, and keep
off) I can answer you quicker than them Shall I begin keeping my mouth closed Keeping my mouth closed I don't chase when they fucking with me You don't