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(ooh)
Ay, yeah
Ay, yeah

Ay, yeah
Ay, yeah, hey
Ay, yeah
Ay, yeah

[JD]
Said all I wanna do is make ya dance wit' me
Make you dance wit' me
See all I

wit his mind
Nigga we don’t need a fight yuh
Play wit his mind, imma get you by the night

Could call it manipulation if
I do it right huh
Don’t you

Platinum Plus

Ruff Ryders

Ryde or Die, Vol. 1

1999

blow up
Freessshhh
from the floor up
And ya know what? I'm sick wit it the shit don't slow up
I'ma see it want it drop it cop cat
Get it stay on it

Still
Spot you out like Cruella Deville
She hate when I'm wit' my dogs, she love when we can just chill
Who that is on the block, oh that's her granny

no elegance
Tiki a veteran
Can name 101 niggas I'm betta then
King of da ville (deville) like cruella and
Ya time is ticking (tick tick tick tick)
I

blazers with a shorty from Iceland
Who old dad put 'em up on white sand
Starving to make a wack debut he came through the lobby
Three culture Devilles with

pa' que tomemos un par de copitas
Suéltate bebecita y báilame lento
Métele hasta abajo y pégame tu cuerpo
Ya sé por dónde tú vienes
Me miras así

a long time
To see who wit me when i grind
Even when I'm poor and broke
Writing rhymes on them bus rides

Don't no hater show ya love
When you on ya

Shoutout to n****s that keep it one hunnind wit me
Hunnid n***a
One hunnid n***a
One hunnid n***a
That's me
(Ya)
Hunnid n***a
One hunnid n***a
One hunnid

But she ghosted me this a little senseless
Wasted my time so I came with this message (came wit it)
You the one who made it all get hostile
Used

the hell i keep on flowin
On, they wonderin how i've lastin long
It's the bong that i smoke, by the palm wit don
Aow, that make ya wanna sing
I knock ya ass,

I dont even really know who you are
I just thought you was cool wit da squad
But I found out you was a fraud
Now I popped out wit juice and da sauce

come get wit it
It's representative who never lack, no doubt
Bring on your wife, your baby moms, I blow that back right out
I be the mack with fout,

went by his house today
He met me at the door
With his sisters, brothers, and big bad John, and the dog named bo 

Get Out of here wit you, and don't you

Lil bitch I cant talk, bout shit I aint livin
It's time to get off, and yea wit the business
Wont give ya no gimmick
Dont need the attention
I come

finally get some yams

You can pull up wit yo niggas cause wit me I gotta fleet
Being thick is too much hassle I'd much rather be petite
(Sike)
Who you

Heated Heavy

Krayzie Bone

Thug Mentality 1999

1999

The motherfuckin' bullets fly by, be blinded
It's a helluva war so motherfucker bring it on bitch
Hell yeah, we been ready for da longest
Who you gonna caome wit

Show Discipline

Nas

Kiss tha Game Goodbye

2001

bitches trying to poison me
Niggas who kilt loyalty
Set me up, vested up my move accordingly
I ducked ice picks and ice sticks by cops who rookies
Hard

to leave ya loyalty in lost and found
I don't fuck wit them niggas
That fuck wit niggas I don't fuck wit
Dumb shit we dump shit you slumped bitch

Don't See Us

The Roots

Things Fall Apart

1999

out, yo yo

You don't see us, but we see you
You stuck on sleep, get on your P's and Q's
'Cause you will get crept, wit' no discrept
You know

It was a ho-down...
Another ho-down...
It was a ho-down...
Another ho-down...

[Skinny DeVille]
Walked into the club and farted
Damn! Look at shawty

I’m a schemer - I admit it
Scared to make a - real commitment
Didn’t tell you - who I live wit
Been fuckin wit shorty for a little minute
I’m

Tightwork (Dat's Dat SSHHH)

95 South

Tightwork 3000

2000

ya Coupe deVille 
Twenty, twen, twen with the wood grain steering wheel 

It's tightwork when we put that in yo life 
And then we turn around

I'm makin plans wit ya mama
Tokyo Japan wit a chance of some drama
Signing by ya name get a pen for the commas
You ain't gotta worry you protected by