stime? Can't hand, don't bother, that's just fine, talk big, talk lie I don't give a shit, dont proving you wrong, I'm over it, don't come back, you
gentlemen This all time, the time you've all been waitin' for Let's do it, do it, do it This is a Bad Boy, Flipmode collaboration Come on, shake ya ass Come
can't be a Super Mane My whole ? is back mane and I keep that iron-mane Any woman yellow flag me, throw me out the game I'm back at the halftime like
Sisters on MTV, yeah Those were the days I come back To Iron Maiden and 7UP Bananarama and Breakfast Club Come Back, Yeah Come Back, Yeah I Come Back
't stop just slow down like easy pass Back up and give the R room Or we gon' brawl worse than cartoons in bar rooms In my city they don't pop they collar
your shit right and play Don't get it twisted like rays if I miss that's okay But life's short don't miss a day uh If I should die don't cry my niggas
fuckin' sense, and I don't so take that A dead ass nigga can't talk, wave or blink back Click! Snapshot, to me your rap's not That hot like a fat rock
?t bringin' a crew You got friends that hate yo ass more than we do nigga We don?t give a fuck about ya We don?t give a fuck about ya We don?t give a
ironed them down You couldn't tell that they hadn't come from town A sharecropper family across the road didn't have it as good as us They didn't even
back, white bitch, I don't play that Just because I got on my L.A. hat Stalkin', walkin' in my big black boots Is my jingle, now you want Mandingo Big
My touch like Midas, I cramp your style, arthritis These niggas is food, I eat they food, nigga-ritis Your man don't snooze, insomniac This the W, the Clan don't
it the second coming real MC's 'll celebrate the fake ones start runnin you ain't poppin ya gun if you ain't got one you ain't pimpin no hoes if you ain't
niggas that's mind damaged Out here paper chasin' With that iron I'ma roll wit em Mama don't pray for me I don't back down from no nigga They got a place
nation Of niggas that's mind damaged ????? paper chasin' With that iron I'ma roll wit em Mama don't pray for me I don't back down from no nigga They
can tell me whats wrong with this picture Don't think you can put out what ever you want And I ain't gonna come back in the bitch and come getcha I'mma
up Turn around to the ground, you know how it goes Catch the flow, tippie-toe, come and wobble some mo' Like you know how I do it so don't act surprised
cut your hair off... . --------------- A letter from Don Powell Most of your lyrics are on the money - I merely cleared up a few that you apparently couldn't distinguish from the record. I backed
's power ( Lil Italy/Ghetto Commision ) GC: when every little nigga want to be LI: now that's power GC: to run the fucking city that don't sleep LI:
