's nothing left I can say This situation's blown way out, way out I just want to end this fight I don't care about who's right I don't want to make things
take over! My mellow, uncle sam! (ladies and gentlemen, live from the planet rock we have the J.beeeeees...) You see some listen but still don't hear
Bitches like where he at, they be like there he go And this verse deserve a burial Don't cry for me this ain't motha fuckin mario Yeah, and polo isn't
my hearse day You couldn't write a rhyme, if I gave you the first verse Ta play with sorta sloppily but make sure you gives props to me I don't play
into We don't hold it back, we let it go on the track And the whole fact is y'all niggaz know that you whack And we don't give a FUCK if you sold a lot
It ain't my fault I don't like y'all [Word], stop actin' like broads Fold yo' bitch ass up, you a tripod We don't need no cameras for this version of "
take over! My mellow, Uncle Sam! (Ladies and gentlemen, live from the Planet Rock we have the J.Beeeeees...) You see some listen but still don't hear
ddin't know [Shock G & Humpty Hump] A: you burn that shit, you can't be a friend to me B: if you don't recognize the dealer as the enemy C: shuttin em
