Lyrics:
set free, by Me
You're so close to being set free, by Me
As Power of Attorney, I'm asking for a log of all your calls to me
I've made my position
it
Baby, you're a perfect ten, I wanna get in
Can I get down, so I can win
I like the way you work it
No diggity, I got to bag it up, bag it up
to Thai-one suits
And clientele, I'm drinking Ballentine L in hell
So Redman rock well before our record sell
Then my moms crib was jacked by the jealous
hopin' we match
You sent me Crown Royale with a note attached
You said, "You look like the type that know what you like"
I could tell by the je-wels you
You're the man who's leading
All of us down a dangerous road!
Remember when you start screaming!
That you will never scream alone!
Oh you're so weird so
hopin' we match
You sent me Crown Royale with a note attached
You said, "You look like the type that know what you like"
I could tell by the je-wels you
There you are alone
With no hope of ever having
Something to be proud of
Something earned without begging
Yes, I know you're a person
A person
it
Baby, you're a perfect ten, I wanna get in
Can I get down, so I can win
I like the way you work it
No diggity, I got to bag it up, bag it up
UNDEAS (uh, huh)
Lil Ceaser (uh, uh huh)
Queen B (uh huh)
That's Me (uh)
(check it) Lil' Kim
Yo I be buyin' 'em V's, so all my girls be eyein'
you're no son of mine
Oh his words how they hurt me
I'll never forget it
And as the time, it went by
I lived to regret it
You're no son, you're no
messing with that bam bazee
The Brat, Lil' Kim, Foxy get that loochee
Especially that cutie representing for the Fugees, go girls
Even the NBA make rap
The sound of the waves on the embankment
A phone in my left pocket
I'm leaving, you're staying
A forgotten city by me
You're so beautiful, my dream hasn't
Everything I say is true
When you first came in my view
There's no doubt about it, Girl I wanna be witchu
Like tag, you're it. Tag, you're it. Tag,
till there's no more
Give take
Run away, you never loved me
Don't you stay, I am no more
Leave by day, I am reborn
Oh my god, what have I done
No, no
No
you think you can
By saying that you're full
And then your friend says, "mama, he's just being polite
He ain't finished, uh-uh, that's bull!"
So your
words how they hurt me
I'll never forget it
And as the time, it went by
I lived to regret it
You're no son, you're no son of mine
But where should I go
is a blessing, ain't no stressing, call me Foxy, be sharp as a tack,
I'm attacking calling robbery, Not your average chick, tall and thick with slick
still see me hanging around
I know that you had no prove
So take back your words
And shut up your mouth
Good girls made by sugar, spice, and everything
Hey, you're 'bout to hear the most incredible shit ever written
Hard spittin', cigar splittin'
Pray, to your god and to them words in the biblical
Blacks back and I'm really king/
Bout to be to NY what pacqauio is to Philippines/
Looking out the window like Malcolm by any means/
Can't trust
reports world news as
They report about me, we're in trouble
Are you saying that
No, wait, let me finish have you thought of
The chance I'm taking by
(M. Jane)
She said she name Money Jane, ah she me haffi get (get)
The first time we met, me couldn't keep me eyes shut (shut) (no doubt)
She give me
me
So bless your wayward ways
And loving craze and crazy days
And things you’d say
And looks you made
You’re not the queen of hearts
You’re
paid by the G's wit ease (word up)
We're blowin' up your fuckin' spot (no doubt)
'Cause when you're hot, you're hot and when you're not, you're not
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