, (I want) She's holding out, just won't give me enough Just a little bit, (she knows) Just a little bit, (that I need her) She's holding out, she don
bit, (I want) She's holding out, just won't give me enough Just a little bit, (she knows) Just a little bit, (that I need her) She's holding out, she
a minute's time Italian vogue style a n-gga for a minute rhyme Let's be clear and lets be fair The best things in music's being offered here It's a round
stones the chillest, got homes and villas Overseas and what was me, I found out other MC's been tryin to find ya route (haha) It's ill when MC's used
calling a bitch a hoe, or asking a gal to suck and blowing your dick cock is she up to scew and down to fuck it's a man's World and I'm trapped in a land
She's watchin that oxygen I'm watching ESPN But when that show ends She all over my skin Lotions Double emotions Rollarcoasten Like Back Forth Hold it (hold it X5) She
n the shit Turn deadly the innocent gets hit Pull up in them whips tinted out spittin' out Hollows and they rip, niggaz apart in the dark Or it's day time it's
Yay's temperament And we holding them K's that's why homie won't age Isn't it that Tony's enraged, they throw him in cages But now my nigga's loose
That's how this lovin be, love it when she under me She say that she celibate, I penetrate her mentally So if it's meant to be, then it's meant to be Hold
t do the number's I'll just do the alphabet A,B,C,D,E,F,G-Shit I mean G-Unit shizzle F a dancefloor man are hungry out here this is Darfur so force my
has ta, bulletproof his car 'Cause big hits come flyin' through ya door like Casper I'm smokin' out the jar jar scopin' out the bar Distracted see shorty breast pokin' out
' for a freak-azoid I'm like 'Hey, hook a nigga up with Ashanti' I make her cook a chicken up and all my guns she hold 'em she blow my dice 'fore I roll
and Yay's temperament And we holding them Ks, that's why homie won't age Isn't it that Tony's enraged, they thow him in cages But now my nigga's loose
You just got a glimpse of Obie and Yay's temperment And we holding them K's that's why homie won't age Isn't it that Tony's enraged they throw him in
G-UNIT!!! [Lloyd Banks] I move the crowd like when the D's roll up So the money in my jeans fold up Hold up, don't get your eyes swolled up All