'Till you find your conscience stops you in your tracks Better get in touch with yourself Do what you feel I'll make it real Better get in touch with yourself
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get your math on Break it down, split it up, get your laugh on See you later Dog, I'ma get my stash on There's a bed full of money that I get my ass
, I'm a fucking fab bitch Haters you can kill yourself In my space shuttle and I'm not coming down I'm a stereo and she's just so monotone Sometimes it's
this side Down to get down with the three-o-to-four pound (Ice-T) It's the National Pass Time, it's blast time - club's out Hit a nigga dead in his wig
touch you rub you make you love me can you do that for me put that hot loving on me. Get real lets chill we can do whatever you want it's all on you it
for livin' The fence is Too high to jump in jail Too low to dig I might just touch Hell Hot Get a life, now they on sale Then I might cast you a spell
truth, nigga, look in my eyes, bitch, we get live Bone Thugs-N-Harmony, nigga, Cleveland's thuggish ruggish Niggas still down with the thug shit Buck
bang with us ain't nobody can hang with us Rascals, Checkmate, Kardinal and Thrust Choclair coming down with that northern touch, tiggy touch Verse 1
B.o.B] Yeah, well these are my predictions I'll be on the Top 40 with a big hit Travelling the world trying not to get sick And I'ma get more friends
card to kenell Paul better call me, like he called Benzino Matter o' fact, I might even do a song with Ray Sign with Murder Inc. and hit you with a song
and fast knicks Gats with mad clips, TV's in your whips My style tight like Gotti when I touch you Seasoned Picatti, or Versace joints with the buckle Get
money on the table and get your math on Break it down, split it up, get your laugh on See you later Dog, I'ma get my stash on There's a bed full of
be Or find yourself shot up, in the hospati You be leakin' and Dole in ya face, some hot teeth Yo it's Nore but you can call me P.O.P. And getta dose
you see I know all the fellas out there will agree with me Not for being one but for being with one Because when it's time for loving it's the woman that
Snoop Dogg and Charlie (uh) Wilson O ooh ooh ooh ooh o o (yeah) O ooh ooh ooh ooh (baby girl come on) o uh oh (Come on, uh) [Charlie] It's getting late
get down, stompin grounds is the LBC I slid up out the game and MC's get wacked but now I'm back (Oh shit!), so go get your strap Watch your head, I
can get tow up. Well fuck you too Shit I know I gotta die soon anyway. Fucking with me. I have you bustin niggas any day. Yeah that's how its gotta be. With
