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[Too $hort]
One time it's by Lil' Jon and the Eastside Boyz
Who we talkin to man, who we talkin to
Any nigga that act like a wha (bitch)
Any any
stray there's a way out

Keep your mind on your money, enroll in school
And as the years pass by, you can show them fools
But you ain't tryin' to hear
can't out think her but I can sure out drink her 
And that's what I'm doing here now. 

I've spent seven years with the wrong woman 
Seven and going
...when the fire dies down what the fuck you gonna do?
   damn it feels good to be a gansta...

  yeah, I take y'all way back

Seven years old,
I'm
always representin, always talkin shit, big shit
(That's what we do)

[Ant Banks]
It's been about 15 long years, mackin, profilin
Workin up in
see what that drama mean, get some Dramamine
Llama scream, hotter than summer sun on a Ghana queen
Now all I want is hits, bitch, Wayne signed a fiend
your mind on your money, enroll in school
And as the years pass by, you can show them fools
But you ain't trying to hear me cause your stuck
You're
at least seven figures to even touch that
But since everybody was underestimatin' my format
I dropped Ill Bomb and now niggas want more of that
Ain't
make me say "damn! I wanna kill sam"

"I'm comin!"

Now in ninety-one, he wanna tax me
I remember, the son of a bitch used to axe me
And hang me by
I fuck her like I missed her
Life is the bitch, and death is her sister
Sleep is the cousin, we're a fuckin' family picture
You know father time, we
Crusade
See the ruins upon the hills 
Just seven hundred Years on

So now in nineteen eighty nine 
How much do we know 
Except for learned scholars
this thug gonna miss ya til I'm wit cha'
it was 90 on the P.E. tour when we mashed down
doesn't even seem like 7 years passed
both rodies now homies
i miss ya this thug gonna miss ya til i'm wit cha' 
it was 90 on the P.E. tour when we mashed down 
doesn't even seem like 7 years passed 
both
home
I call collect get me a 38, now bitch is on
9 millimeter, baretta to 40 cal
By 23 fresh up out the box, bitch I hold it down
I hit the stroll with
Pour the emerald wine
Into crystal glasses
We will touch the divine
Through kissed catharsis

Let us pitch to the seven year itch
about it now
We can laugh about it now!

oh oh oh oh yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah...

Finally broke it open with the telecom and real estate in
about it now
We can laugh about it now!

oh oh oh oh yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah...

Finally broke it open with the telecom and real estate in
some
time behind bars
Now ya find it hard
Never thought a bitch would pull a stunt like this
I can't do another day with Pamela
so I'm a pay ya, Anna
but
to my demo
Please-please-please-ple-please listen to my demo

In the year eighty-seven when we first took off
When I jumped on P-6-8 and broke North
met the bitch, but I fuck her like I missed her
Life is the bitch, and death is her sister
Sleep is the cousin, we're a fuckin' family picture
You
when its on so bitch get on over
I wanna catch two skis and feel that twurk
I watch your bitch gimmie head man I know she can suck
So for me its why we
a woman alone

With fingers that tremble she touches her body
And wishes her man would come home
Now the years pass so quickly for time is a thief
His skin
fair

African parade every year, the whole block is there
You want raw yay, Broadway you go cop it there
Shit, and we can cruise autobahn, go buy
us

Go take your sister then by the hand
Lead her away from this foreign land
Far away where we might laugh again
We are leaving, you don't need
with me. 
And even on your block smoke them like a fucked up bell, 
Can't be caught by no Po-Po's can't be put in no slammer. 
I don't be fucking with