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Ohh, there you go, still I think I love ya
But it's a matter of time
I have told ya, and told ya how bad I wish to hold you
My feelings have
I left Houston, Texas on a gulf coast hurricane I was blowed down by a
Tornado washed up by the rain well my pappy wasn't happy with mehe told me
a truck full of 9's
Play ya and I'll slay ya
I got thug made dough by the hey a

Ready to buck, buck, buck
But it's a must to duck, duck, duck
Before
your number and go on home,
The doorway was there, which is by the phone!
I've told ya I love ya, now get out!

Baby, please leave me be,
You want
girl's at my door, I told ya bro
Salt me, I take what's yours, that's the rules though
The big leagues, how can game go outta style
Boy you foul, slicin
your number and go on home,
The doorway was there, which is by the phone!
I've told ya I love ya, now get out!

Baby, please leave me be,
You want
your number and go on home,
The doorway was there, which is by the phone!
I've told ya I love ya, now get out!

Baby, please leave me be,
You want
your number and go on home,
The doorway was there, which is by the phone!
I've told ya I love ya, now get out!

Baby, please leave me be,
You want
everybody's style but mine
Everybody knew her, knew her for what she was

She was a good time had by all
She's been talking in her sleep
I couldn't sleep
All right!
Stop whatcha doin'
'Cause I'm about to ruin
The image and the style that ya used to
I look funny
But yo I'm makin' money, see
So yo world
And now you do what they told ya 
And now you do what they told ya 
And now you do what they told ya

You justify those that died by wearing the badge,
You can tell by the way they talk
Somebody stole five for gasoline
Who told ya, Who told ya

How bout if I stay and you run away
Well come on back
your number and go on home,
The doorway was there, which is by the phone!
I've told ya I love ya, now get out!

Baby, please leave me be,
You want
your number and go on home,
The doorway was there, which is by the phone!
I've told ya I love ya, now get out!

Baby, please leave me be,
You want
suckers like it's goin' out-a-style
Creatin' flavors for da flavor flav pile
Lampin' booyee madina style

Kickin' da flavor gittin' busy
Ya goin' out, I
I'm a give it to you like that and like this
And my momma always told me "my baby's a genius"

I know that you like my style
I know that you like my
A'ight, stop whatcha doin'
'Cause I'm about to ruin
The image and the style that ya used to.
I look funny,
But yo, I'm makin' money, see
So yo
Oops! 
There goes you'll never leave me alone 
Oops! 
For all the lies you told 
this is what you owe 


Chorus 1X: 
Hey ladies! 
When ya man
Styles that I am kickin', whippin', flexin, never flippin
Asian that is hittin' hard until my cup runneth over
Like a boulder never told ya
The M.O. was
All right! Stop whatcha doin', cause I'm about to ruin
The image and the style that ya used to
I look funny - but yo I'm making money, see
So yo
Life styles of the live-en-dead
First ya live den ya dead, died trying ta clock what I said
Now I got a murder rap 'cause I bust ya cap with flavor,
Life styles of the live-en-dead
First ya live den ya dead, died trying ta clock what I said
Now I got a murder rap 'cause I bust ya cap with flavor,
All right!
Stop whatcha doin'
'Cause I'm about to ruin
The image and the style that ya used to.
I look funny,
But yo I'm makin' money, see
So
they told ya

Those who died are justified, for wearing the badge, they're the chosen whites
You justify those that died by wearing the badge, they're
they told ya

Those who died are justified, for wearing the badge, they're the chosen whites
You justify those that died by wearing the badge, they're