Besedila:
Limp Better Reason

You gotta give You gotta give me a better reason to listen to you it's gonna take it's gonna take more than shouting at me to make me concede you

butter There's no other word, go ask your mother Hard solid as your city ( ? ) Born in Brooklyn, can tell by the way that I walk and talk Strollin with a slight limp

it won't stop Cause I'm Too $hort baby on the microphone and I'm macking I'm not a wannabe pimp, I never simp Since I started walking I had this limp

lip Punchin out hits like Gladys Knight and the Pips The five-foot assassin has just raided your area Your booty rhymes are wack and that's the reason

gets a rap from these critics But do we always gotta cry Do we always gotta live inside a lie Life's just a blast cuz its movin' really fast So ya better

can do this, forever infinite Then reminisce, twenty years later how we was gettin' it Either with me go against the grain you better hit me Leggin' me or robbin' me niggaz better

in copper wire, scraped of it's insides, unwashed behind the ears, fueling the crooked names spoken by leeches. To a thinning cowlick's fat his crippled limp

that befo' Actin like you ain't seen my bling through the do' (bling) I move to a ho, just for one reason Cause bitches need 9-1-1 for no reason [Chorus

this is it kid [Noyd Verse 1] Yo, they can't fuck with that boy Noyd I'm ill I'm too real They don't know what beef is, these niggaz better chill See