No, help It's the killin' floor, killin' floor Yeah, ah, killin' floor No, killin' floor Ah, killin' floor Body count muthafuckas
bye-bye [Chorus:] Who are you tryin' to judge me ? Get the fuck out my face Who put you so above me ? Clear the fuck out my space You say that I want
you would die, Hit my mom once more and it's bye-bye [Chorus:] Who are you tryin' to judge me ? Get the fuck out my face Who put you so above me ? Clear
done Source Magazine, you're the first one You try to dis Chuck, Cube and me How the fuck you pick us 3? You punk motherfuckers ain't shit, you're just
they loans on So I hooked up with my boy, who turns them phones on He told me 'bout this nigga who won't pay He also said he knew exactly where the muthafucka
care who you are I don?t care what you do There comes a time (uh huh) Everybody?s life (yup!) When? you just gotta tell a motha fucka Chorus: Yo, If you
peep you, sweep you off your feet in Cleveland I be the smoothest little nigga you can meet me But nigga you fuck with me then I'm a fuck with you Introduce
[Intro: Pharrell Williams] I said think about your future You can't do that tomorrow But you don't hear a word, you see that SLR [Lupe Fiasco] O' ye
Cause just around the corner beez the best player You're fearin my clout, if weed got you runnin your mouth You better blow that shhhiiitt out The Jigga's back, you brothers are
't judge you for knocking Because the spirit of the ghetto says "You Gotta!" They snatch you again from rock flippin' Give back into the neighborhood, you
's all about the terror squad, ghetto superstars Extra-large players like kareem abdul jabbar Word to god, pun, my crew won't give a fuck who you are
It dreams it is a human And falls into a trance A hole inside my body Is wired up to a charge Chemical imbalance Tells me who you are Insects hide the
' the Star All these MCs start realizin' That Ghost got that shit, that'll keep you vibin' The Wu is here to bring you Shaolin's finest But if your shields are weak, you
What would you do if you Knew all of the things we knew Would you stand up for truth Or would you turn away too And then what if you saw All of the things
Fuck, kill, and prosper is the gospel of Wonderland Where street sands are quick to suck you down to the abyss With the lure of pure bliss if you kiss
if you are lying to me/ Chorus: You're leaving tonight/ outta my life/ Everyone said you ain't no good/ And you proved them right/ Leavin' Tonight /
you see me, hoe? Picture me rollin' And all you punk police, can you see me? Am I clear to you? Picture me rollin' nigga, legit Free like O.J. all day You
