give you more and I will never give you less you will hear it in the street or you can read it in the press do you really wanna know whats next, lets
in the face,like you're strong when you walk by And all you punk niggers talking shit Step to the side,bow your head like a bitch I don't play,you'll
end, friend 'Cause every dollar you make, they damn near make ten They'll take you for everything you got Or else they'll sign you and they put on the
You fuck around, you could get your ass smoked Look, it's not a game, me B? I ain't playing Beat behind me player, so you here anyway You don't hear what
gga ever let the truth be told And oh Mos Def ran to my home And said they gon have yo ass gone Light jokes, you keep playin with them white folks Cant
You couldn't beat me there if you had a Leer Indian style court side with a cavalier VIP Roses you can have a beer 'Cause honey, when you getting' money
yourself some big money And don't forget about me when you're spendin' it But if you ain't gon' pay don't be screamin' out hey girl (Wait, now let me
out my ear if you talking 'bout freedom nigger Free don't pay the bills Im ballin' all out, b! You rappers don 't know me Nah I ain't your homie If your
If you hear me cockin' it on 'em, I'm poppin' it on 'em I don't fuck around nigga, better stop it and mourn 'em And who the fuck asked you to rhyme?
Keep on trying, You can never hold me down (you can't hold me) You can never hold me down (you can't hold me) You can never hold me down (you can't hold
So you say you a gangsta, right? Are you really a rider, yeah? You don't take shit from no one, no And got your mind on your muthafuckin' dough, let's
't let a me duck, Lil' B won't set up, wet up, get 'em on the get up, Bone won't let up (Chorus) [Busta Rhymes] Hey you, don't you dare give me no type
Whatchu say bitch? Ha ha nigga know what you do? You let my nuts go, ya heard me? You let my nuts go, ha ha ha ha Oh you Chyna White huh? It's a new
you understand bitch? Because I don't understand none of it ho You just a ho to me bitch, you nasty ho, ho, ho So what you sayin', you've never let
get you a drink, I-I, oh God, you got anything else to put on" "No, I haven't, I haven't got anything else" "I'll walk you over to the car, here come
cant vote Because they got cases that cant close So much money involved bro you cant fold There's so many whips behind us I don't know if this is a slave
You don?t understand Never will i sing sing to the feds like couple man i knowwww You?re a snitch i was there Duku yourself If you stackin up p and
I'm white And I write all night with a bare swinging light on the computer alright A producer alright, I produced this song So you know who you are, you know you