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(Brent Bourgeois/Michael W.Smith)
Here I go,restless heart
Another lovely misadventure in the dark
All my friends who knew me when
Tell me not
The Shocker right after the Grammies
And Will Smith and Jada ass down in Miami
Run up on Timberland and Missy w/the pound
Like you gimme the cash and you put
(Erick Sermon) 

What's up wit that homegirl  why you frontin 

My raggamuffin  c'mon  help me wit somethin 

You like me  I can tell by your
to the rainbow's end

They say there are treasures 
Of silver and gold 
Buried down by the rainbow's end
But the treasure I'll find 
Will bring me real peace
The Shocker right after the Grammies
And Will Smith and Jada ass down in Miami
Run up on Timberland and Missy w/the pound
Like you gimme the cash and you put
friends
N: and your friends ain't shit, and sometimes I can't understand you
N: I don't even know why you page me
W: I don't even know if I can trust you
N:
as the South Park Zone 
Talkin' shit ain't into clickin' take your punk ass home 
'Cause I'm the type of nigga that'll chuck 
Hit you in the chest with
can hear your heartbeat, you're scared

You see, I'm a psycho, a sicko, I'm crazy
I said I got my knife pulled, I'll kill you if you make me
They
can hear your heartbeat, you're scared

You see, I'm a psycho, a sicko, I'm crazy
I said I got my knife pulled, I'll kill you if you make me
They
as the South Park Zone 
Talkin' shit ain't into clickin' take your punk ass home 
'Cause I'm the type of nigga that'll chuck 
Hit you in the chest with
coca cola and a can of pepsi
You other muthafuckas just can't impress me

[Verse 2: Shadow Ramirez:]
Have you ever been chased by bacon, or faced with
met Manson this year okay?
You want some yea? I'll front yo' ass a play
But other than that, get the hell out my face
Because you niggaz tryin
Michael hutchence, he's one of 'em too
Made a hundred million quid dying tossing on the loo

S U I C I D E 
It might be messy but it's money for free
o'clock I'm ready to split
Ready to get in my Chevy to get home and start hittin it hard w/ Betty
Smith or Johnson, fuck it it don't matter
Just want
only an 8-figure, back me up

I been sent by an angel to snatch you up
Take you way above the clouds and back you up
At night you can lay in my arms feel
the best way to the g
Alphabetically I have to lead you through
Since I'm the m-izza I know to watch my p's and q's
Like the emt's but the be-I-z
I rap
getting this fetti
We in the Chevy and ready to pop tags in

[Chorus:]
So whatever you tryna do lil niggas I already done
And since you wanna live by
getting this fetti
We in the Chevy and ready to pop tags in

[Chorus:]
So whatever you tryna do lil niggas I already done
And since you wanna live by
We your rhyme sayers we lead you like a beacon
Of light out of the chaos cuttin down overzealous
Players who stare we're the winners of the game
basis. 
Gimme my space, shit, show me some love, though. Just pump your fist in the air and holler, "Mo!" Could you do me that? 
And I'll hit you back.
here
Got mo' than that what the motherfuckin meal down here

[Chorus w/ (T.I. ad-libs)]

[Verse 3 - T.I.]
Oh yeah, I know you prolly never known,