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then. Paul, since I traveled the country for 3 years, 'n they said they could not understand me. Maybe I could make a good rock star. I don't know. Heh
all know each other
With the command of your voice, they all
Become lovers, lovers, lovers, lovers

[Mike Jones]
I can catch boppers like Paul
Like an Eagle 
Don't play me for a chump, I get around like Gump 
And I, got more con in my verse than Chuck 

And you don't want no motherfuckin'
They refuse to bring any babies into the world. They kill every child that comes into the world. Because they don't want to live in this kind
draw, end up in a wheelchair rammed by your dog

[Chorus - Fabolous (Paul Cain)]
Why wouldn't this joint make you want to dance?
Why wouldn't these
draw, end up in a wheelchair rammed by your dog

[Chorus: Fabolous (Paul Cain)]
Why wouldn't this joint make you want to dance?
Why wouldn't these
Come Who...Mike Jones

[Mike Jones]
Hittin the block with rocks in socks let down my top when the sun is hot
Ice drippin from grilling watts
Some
they had a scheme but nobody believed her
No real job cause she stay in the streets
Gina did nails but her love made beats
When they want to eat they
on and on and on and on
The world's end don't worry me,
And I'm gonna get where I'm going just hurry me
'Cause I'm in no rush and I can't stand rushin,

Everything is slow motion
tryin to front, like
They ain't the reason, you went and bought a pair of shelltoe
The {fuck} is wrong witch'all?

[Run]
People want to hurt Rev
a ball
People gather round me like I'm Pope John Paul
We can't party like it's 1999 no more
'Cause it's two two baby, and the future's in store
So let,
draw, end up in a wheelchair rammed by your dog

[Chorus: Fabolous (Paul Cain)]
Why wouldn't this joint make you want to dance?
Why wouldn't these
draw, end up in a wheelchair rammed by your dog

[Chorus - Fabolous (Paul Cain)]
Why wouldn't this joint make you want to dance?
Why wouldn't these
of that six figure shit,
that live and die by the trigger shit,
that H-Town, P.A. Texas trill ass nigga shit.
want to fuck with me get a bigger clique,
don't want nothin' wit us
Paul Cane, Street Life, Desert Storm, we're dangerous

We ain't jokin' no more, this ain't a game to us
Got a lot of hungry
Houston with Mike Jones and Paul Wall
You want that fast quota
I want that slow nickle
Everything I got I worked for so quit hating on me nigga
Look
and everything 
The worst shit I saw in my life 
I want to testify I swear before God it was Kirk Jones, no lie 

Did you see that man in court today?
Do you
bumpin' fugees
Hey hey hey
Try to take the crew and we don't play play
Say say say
Like paul mccartney, not hardly
Odd-ly enough
I can see right
no island
Peninsula maybe, makes no sense I know, crazy
Give up all these p**** cat that's in my lap no looking back

Spaceships don't come
Come on home wit me, every block got a crack in it
Every hallway gotta a nigga wit some crack in it
So don't get trapped in it

[Jim Jones]
Come
shit like Edgerrin
Or better yet, like Rev and them
And on the bottom of my sneaks they red, man
And I ain't talking 'bout no damn Meth and them
Stay
shit like Edgerrin
Or better yet, like Rev and them
And on the bottom of my sneaks they red, man
And I ain't talking 'bout no damn Meth and them
Stay
you need a man to make you feel secure then baby
You ain't gotta look no more I got the cure

You want money and jewels (jewels) 
You want clothes
your positions

Waste not whatnot
I don't want your nothing
On top she's hot
No discussion

I'm a diva
Teacher (to the rap game)
Here when it
Shit

It's Wiz Khalifa man
This shit hot, right?

Now don't blink cause the flow is closer, don't think
True diplomat, no Jim Jones and no Pink