it pop DJ, blow my speakers up Tonight, I'mma fight 'Til we see the sunlight Tick tock on the clock But the party don't stop, no Don't stop, make it
I Will Make Ya Run I Will Make Ya Pay Me For It Run I Will Make Ya Run I Will Make Ya Run I Will Make Ya Pay Me For It Run I Will Make Ya Run I Will
I've heard this all before, don't waste my time Don't break my balls, get out my door You won't see me caving in, it's time I stand And show you what'
swallowed it whole You're the compromise that never falls through Never left behind, wanna a break down A thousand promises that never seemed to help me before
And assume that it's really all love again? Nah See, we don't have to wait for things to break apart If you weren't involved before it's never too late
it out if that would make you feel it more, And I know you hate to watch me pout, And tear it off and scream it out, I, I know that even though your breaking
floor Everything remains the same, might spit-talk to it Then "Change The Game", might Crip-Walk to it But never Harlem shake it, Harlem make it, Harlem break it
shit but I back it up though see it's a difference, a lot of niggaz pop shit But a lot of niggaz don't make hits But it's like this whole Bad Boy shit
see it, can you see it? Turn the lights on Check this out Make money's the motto, staying desparados New chance of hitting the lotto Let's take it to
They want beef out here, they gon' get it in the worst way I'ma show 'em how black play, roll the dice Fuckin' with me is like snake eyes I break guys
one One, one, one, one One, one, one One, one, one Let me ask you, what you got against me? Is it my girl or is it the Bentley? Is it my house or maybe
I had the Beamer? Goin' through tough times and knowin' the other side was greener We had a dream, we pursued it 'Member that conversation, all or nothin' before we lose it
move around with them pounds and berretas (uh) Yeah faggot, if I want it I'm gon' have it Regardless if it's handed to me or I gotta grab it Don't make
music I feel I might lose it It's talkin' through the melody I can hear it tellin' me to move I feel high on the music I feel I might lose it It's talkin
check your distribution My songs bump in Houston like Scarface produced 'em You ain't gotta like me, you just mad 'Cause I tell it how it is, and you tell it how it
it ghetto like sunflower seeds and quarter waters You walk 'em through it, you know, talk 'em through it Know these beads is more than music whenever I talk to it
What it do, do What it do What it do What it do baby girl Get on the dance floor Will you put your drink down Come and dance with me What it do baby
we'd be [Break: Carl Thomas] Oh I thought we had forever, now it's gone It's time to carry on I thought that you made me happy But it's this thing