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If I were a guitar, 
I'd like to be played by BB King
If I were a little dog, 
Rufus Thomas could walk me
Oh, but I'm a man, 
Who needs to be
Phillipe's with my henchmen, nigga, word to Jimmy
You could be swimmin’ in the Hudson, it’s nothin’
Think I’m bluffin’? Guns cocked, say somethin’
Ain’t too
damned, I'll be damned

[buckshot]
Fire one, fire two, let the missile drop
Let the doors get loose when the whistle pop
Bark, this is the arc, you could
like Thomas rolling by his side
He couldn't be in better company
There they go, heading for the Steamworks
Whistles blow, listen to the rolling
You might be deep in this game, but you got the rules missing
Niggas be actin' like they savage, they out to get the cabbage
I've got nothin' but love
You might be deep in this game, but you got the rules missing
Niggas be actin' like they savage, they out to get the cabbage
I've got nothin' but love
You might be deep in this game, but you got the rules missing
Niggas be actin' like they savage, they out to get the cabbage
I've got nothin' but love
You might be deep in this game, but you got the rules missing
Niggas be actin' like they savage, they out to get the cabbage
I've got nothin' but love
'em one by one
'Cause I don't wanna be greedy
'Cause the salt might make you choke

I'm spittin' pollaseeds
I crack 'em one by one
'Cause I don't wanna
lectures
If you're tryna meet with money
I'd be happy to connect ya
Life is, better than its ever been
Scheduling million dollar meetings with
one 'cause I don't wanna be greedy
Cause the salt might make you choke
(I'm spittin' pollaseeds) I'm spittin' pollaseeds
I crack 'em one by one
tomorrow ain't promised?

To all the lil' mamas
Don't do a nigga like Isiah Thomas
If you a bitch, please be honest
Actin' like a hoe, you're not an angel
this

[Chorus: Shelene Thomas]
You can't fuck with Queen Bee.. Queen Bee.. Queen Bee!
All you haters will see.. see.. see!

Don't be mad, I can't
could you fill with all the people killed in war, 
Now you look me in my eyes and tell me whats its good for.

Battlecry Remix
As interpolated by Bone
[Intro]
1, 2, 3, 4 bust it
Come on, come on
Juvenile, Wacko, Skip

[Hook]
Where that Melph at
Where the Yo at
Where that Thomas at
Where VL
show you better than I can tell ya
I can show you better than I can tell ya
I can show you better than I can tell ya
But it's really nothin' though
But
really nothin' though
But it's really nothin' though

I could show you somethin' dirty deep up in them corners mayne
What's the deal?
I could bend
I step out on my front porch in my bare feet
Drink my coffee, walk the dog
Then I'll stop by your house
'Cause I was hopin' maybe
We could just
blamed it on my fame
I got cupid lookin stupid
But that's a part of the game

[carl thomas]
Ohh the game owes nothin to nobody
So I'm tellin you this from
Spinning around on the tops of his feet
Smiles of the angels could not be so sweet
Wide blue eyes
And picky-tails swirl
She's her daddys' girl
You might be deep in this game, but you got the rules missing
Niggas be actin' like they savage, they out to get the cabbage
I've got nothin' but love
they will send them to die by the score
Aborting mission should be your volition
But if Souter and Thomas have their way
You'll be standing in line
To get you out my mind
But it don't get no better
As each day goes by
And I'm lost and confused
I've got nothin' to lose
Hope to hear from you soon
P.S.
as the Mojave 

Want the Recipe? Then you fellas best to be 

Down to push a key and chip a nigga for me 



[Techniec] 

No bustas, no peace 

Rock
ground ground 
Cut up in soul soul by the pound pound 
I'm going downtown like Julie Brown I'm the round mound 
Not a rebound but like a hound I get