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the times the way that you want
But I won't let you play yourself, no not for me, yeah

(Don't) Don't (Be afraid) be afraid
(We've got, it made, we do)
the times the way that you want
But I won't let you play yourself, no not for me, yeah

(Don't) Don't (Be afraid) be afraid
(We've got, it made, we do)
them
Finger prints I dust them, recent address
Stuck you for your stash in your pissy mattress
Your mom's a actress. 
Didn't wanna show me the thing
Ice-T, let me kick my credentials
A young player, bred in South Central
L.A., home of the bodybag
You wanna die, wear the wrong color rag
I used
Tevin Campbell - Dry Your Eyes

Yeah!
VERSE 1:
Another man has broke your heart
You run to me
To ease your pain, yeah
Why can't you see it in my eyes
bodied)
If you want my body (I'm the only one tonight gettin' bodied)
Won't you get me bodied?

Can you get me bodied?
I wanna be myself tonight
Can
on your left
And set it off, get it off, let it off like a Gat
I wanna break, fool, cock me back
Small change, they putting shame in the game
I take aim
on your left
And set it off, get it off, let it off like a Gat
I wanna break, fool, cock me back
Small change, they putting shame in the game
I take aim
"Mr. Meth"
Moving on your left
And set it off, get it off, let it off like a Gat
I wanna break, fool, cock me back
Small change, they putting shame
them
Finger prints I dust them, recent address
Stuck you for your stash in your pissy mattress
Your mom's a actress. 
Didn't wanna show me the thing
on your left
And set it off, get it off, let it off like a Gat
I wanna break, fool, cock me back
Small change, they putting shame in the game
I take aim
and ask, you to play something right?"
"Yeah"
"You know what I wanna hear right?"
"What you wanna hear?
I wanna hear that Wu-Tang joint"
"Wu-Tang
and ask, you to play something right?"
"Yeah"
"You know what I wanna hear right?"
"What you wanna hear?
I wanna hear that Wu-Tang joint"
"Wu-Tang
and ask, you to play something right?"
"Yeah"
"You know what I wanna hear right?"
"What you wanna hear?
I wanna hear that Wu-Tang joint"
"Wu-Tang
of fucking and R&B dick)
Dreams, dreams, dreams of fuckin and R&B dick

I couldn't find a mall with Kenny Lattimore
Montell Jordan ain't scorin
Tevin Campbell
of fucking and R&B dick)
Dreams, dreams, dreams of fuckin and R&B dick

I couldn't find a mall with Kenny Lattimore
Montell Jordan ain't scorin
Tevin Campbell
and ask, you to play something right?"
"Yeah"
"You know what I wanna hear right?"
"What you wanna hear?
I wanna hear that Wu-Tang joint"
"Wu-Tang
and ask, you to play something right?"
"Yeah"
"You know what I wanna hear right?"
"What you wanna hear?
I wanna hear that Wu-Tang joint"
"Wu-Tang
and ask, you to play something right?"
"Yeah"
"You know what I wanna hear right?"
"What you wanna hear?
I wanna hear that Wu-Tang joint"
"Wu-Tang
Now she shows me the cash
I said who's Clive, don't play with me skirt
She said Clive Campbell
He's cool Herc

Ah ha! Ah ha!

Listen up
But she fell in love with some fella named Clive
Who? Clive Campbell from Sedgwick Ave
The Bronx, now she shows me the cash

I said who's Clive, don't
ashamed of yourself
You smell me girl 
I smell like money 
See, that's what they don't understand 
(Tell 'em a god damn thing) 
To me it was always get
ashamed of yourself
You smell me girl 
I smell like money 
See, that's what they don't understand (Tell 'em a god damn thing) 
To me it was always get
'cause I'm an old timer
I bring the drama to any nigga, his babies or his fuckin' mama
I got a look like Tevin Campbell
But still I gamble, hustle
Ice-T, let me kick my credentials
A young player, bred in South Central
L.A., home of the bodybag
You wanna die, wear the wrong color rag
I used