fly on the wall, fly on the wall, fly on the wall, fly on the wall, Fly on the wall, fly on the wall, fly on the wall, fly on the wall, fly on the wall
your fly on the wall, fly on the wall, fly on the wall, fly on the wall, Fly on the wall, fly on the wall, fly on the wall, fly on the wall, fly on the wall
[Intro] Yeah, NFL, Boyz II Men Characters baby Meet me on the dance floor, come on [Nafis] Yo It's like this, in a nice miss we faked it some tight
[Intro:] Eyy Konvict Akon and Paul Wall on fire (she's hot hott) [Chorus:] This girl is on fire (She's hot hott) She's on fire (She's hot hott) She
life (when I be so high) (When I be so fly, when I be) Travellin across the world (Flyest on the planet Earth) (The flyest on the planet Earth) (The flyest on
[Intro: Redman {unknown}] Ay what's good man? {What's good?} Yessir {Mm-hmm!} Love hip-hop baby {Love that music baby} Where all my peoples at out there
house to fight pits in Or blowin' weed smoke on the cops that write tickets Henny and what, shit we can semi it up With your picture on the wall, in
and bronzed in a glass jar Inside of a hall, with my framed autograph, Sunglasses with elton john's name, on my drag wall I'm out the closet, i been
5'9"] Nigga you don't want a problem I'm photogenic, my image belong on a dollar Authentic, my tennis shoes should have "I'm killin you" written on the
slow down baby [Joe Budden] This rap shit is a workout on my legs (why?) A nigga goin hard on his bike but two million dudes is jumpin on the pegs They
Lighten the mood like it's night and there's moonlight Platoon, high on them shrooms but this ain't no food fight Witch I could fly on a broom stick to
stock is more The General, watch your board Raekwon: Deep pockets with the eight on me, sleep with the safe in the wall The cameras on with the make
Yo, legend, what's good, legend, what's going on? (Yo, we gotta do the intro over and all that, right?) Ice H2O (Ight, keep all that, keep all that)
a unit, fly fragrance, faceless Rarely out of spaceships, many fakes got lynched We all pornographic, taylor made mortals Leanin' on suede walls, leather
he's comin' up Staten Island's cap on hoes with most info Crown Royal bottles in the back, blowin' Indo Fly shit like Curtis Mayfield and his intro
[Intro: Killah Priest] Yeah, breathe in, Priesthood Let's do it... [Killah Priest] Slug out, never that, young dude, clever cat Eat shit, smoke spliffs
