Lyrics:
P. Nigga, you ain't got shit betta to do than play on the muthafuckin' phone?"
[MP]-"Man, take me off muthafuckin' speaker-phone an' pick the phone
Do you want me to slow it down (Kelz)
Do you want me to speed it up (Twista)
Do you want me to slow it down (Kelz)
Do you want me to speed it up
to me
Stop forwarding that crap to me)
Just stop it now, oh no
I can't take it, aw please
You gotta stop
Right now
I'm not kidding
At the risk
Boy, you done played everything
Niggas tryna show off
Niggas need to show up
We can keep it G, G
Or we can keep it cordial
Keep it pushin', partner
If
Take my thong off and my ass go boom (uh)
Cut the lights off so you see what I can do (come on, come on)
Is it worth it, let me work it
I put my
I keep it doin' it again
Oh, I'm doin' it again
Yes, I'm doin' it again
I said it would end
Uh, remix, rising up out of the flames like
I keep it doin' it again
Oh, I'm doin' it again
Yes, I'm doin' it again
I said it would end
Remix, rising up out of the flames like a phoenix
featuring see Murder
Verse 1 (C Murder)
I guess its bout time for me to pay my dues
Just got shot got blood on my shoes
Say, Rih-Rih, let's take this shit to the street one-time, you know? (It's the remix)
Throwin' hundreds like loose change, still got my money (ayy)
Them FreeBand niggas got all that money but BMG how we stamp them blocks
We remix bricks in Mexico you know we take a half off top
Jugg with my money
interrupted, he scribbled a prescription for some Prozac
He said, "Take that for your mustard
Boy, you must be off your rocker
If you think you'll make it off
I.D. my mentor, now let the story begin
It's the Hard Knock Life Tour, sellout
Picture us in the mall, coppin' Iceberg then yell out, "Jigga"
Yeah,
I.D. my mentor, now let the story begin
It's the Hard Knock Life Tour, sellout
Picture us in the mall, coppin' Iceberg then yell out, "Jigga"
Yeah,
Y'all know what this is
D-Block
Oh yeah by the way
This is the remix
Who!
You can kiss your ass good-bye
D-Block D-Block D-Block D-Block
La
on the shore
Yeah, it's only gonna be about an hour or so
'Til they rip off all your mountains, boy
And that one last tired old eagle bites the sand
And all
Hey, check it
What we have here
Is another one
The remix (ladies and gentleman)
Orchestrated
(You don't have to worry)
By the Puff Daddy
ass bitch in Dead Presidents
Add on, the billboard sloan
Check it now, you get the gold dick award
It's like jail, and it's the sixth floor
Test me,
the remix, its an honor my n*gga
I made rap one blood, that say I'm signin' wit Jigga
I got rappers gettin' mad at me
I got these new jack rappers tryna clap
slum, bum, son of a gun (what?)
And, uh, how much your worth? I think negative Don (this the remix)
Oh (oh), who you gonna give it to? (Yeah)
Who you
to the sky
Baby hold it and let me holla
On the remix for a moment
So watch me kick it then I’m gonna
Flip this script and own it
To all the haters, I made it
The employees of the year, yeah we're back to work
I took time off, while all the rappers got jerked
Due to the fact that they're whack and their
slum, bum, son of a gun (what?)
And, uh, how much your worth? I think negative Don (this the remix)
Oh (oh), who you gonna give it to? (Yeah)
Who you
the microphone doctor
One wrecks, the other destroys
And if you think that you're ready to mess (kill the noise)
We don't play when it's time to slay
I take a cut
"Back From LA" by Ray Valdez
Back From LA
Off of the highway
Goin' down
Goin' my way
I'm just gone
I'm just gone
And I'm back from LA
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