Triple eight Can you hear me [Verse 1] Tell me why Why Your probably comin back around Tell me what you really want from me Please don't lie Lie I know
I know you?re late on rent the for the 3rd month straight And your credit cards are maxed all the way And you?re lookin at me for a little relief
[Verse 1] Girl I've been thinking 'bout How you have let me down Fill my head with your lies Think you getting one by Checkin him when your with me
Cos she?s the best I never, best I never had David: Sexy, lights low, Everybody looking as she?s running the show Tight moves, right curves, Gotta
This girl, got a hold of me, Make me stop, Make me wanna see, Then just a beautiful smile, And now I know I?ll never let her slide, Find a way I gotta
It's the way you move your little body (just the way that I like) Looking like you feel a little naughty (we can get it so tight) Those clicks are driving
each other's throats While we're payin the tax notes Cause bein black ain't no fuckin minority It's the fuckin majority So they gotta make us hate each other
but it finna go down Hear that click clack roll, better get back fast Have attention when you see me pledge allegiance to the swag Pledge allegiance to the swag [x8
let a motherfucker show out No doubt, we put it down for the 9-0-triple 4 Droppin tops, fuckin fine hoes These other niggaz is finally catching up Listening
long Sheek show these little niggas ass like thongs (BITCH!) I ain't spit that shit to get dis whip Your advance: I made that with just this trip Next trip
homie) Getting on these dudes when Ia??m not in the mood, the jerk shoes you wear look like space jam shoes, clowns, why do little niggas always flip, Corey on the other
a clue (Ain't got a clue) Why my cutlass blue And I got them thangs on that motherfucker too It's a Midwest swang y'all Ain't gotta trip (Ain't gotta trip
rejects And when the hard core rappers go soft I like to watch when they ass fall off Cause ain't nothing worth kicking like a sucka MC And any other
niggaz to keep the click-ulation flawless fuck all that other bury yo brother leave yo family mad at the fact the Mobb took me under. Verse 4 *(Bart)* Bash 'em other
thank Evil Graham Lee, Elvis Presley, Nick Coler, Jesus loves you, Fleetwood Mac, Acker Bilk and all other communicators around the world who contributed
was arguin' a lot, so momma moved back On the Chalmers in the flat, one bedroom apartment And dad moved back to the other side of 8 Mile on Novara And
the beat typo better rewrite yo, get your rhyming straight get murked plus 8 like Jon and Kate I mean it?s time for the face off hit the corner like an 8
