of my way ? don`t follow and don?t get mad get... Don?t get mad Don?t get mad Don?t get mad (Thanks to WITHOUT WAX for these lyrics)
a me duck, Lil' B won't set up, wet up, get 'em on the get up, Bone won't let up (Chorus) [Busta Rhymes] Hey you, don't you dare give me no type of
, Tonight (blends in with lyrics) Eminem: Cause we came here to do this tonight We don't wanna fight, we don't want no one feeling uptight Cause we
your hand While I get a hand job from Andromeda S&M rocks the spot without a doubt S&M rocks the spot get taken out [Mad Child] Divine vessel of
's a courage about him, doesn't look like a killer Comes across so calm Acts like he has a dream full of passion You don't trust me, huh? Well, you know
last Can't come with me on this trip, Loaf Gettin' the shakes now Last call for drinks, bar's closin' down Sun's out, where we goin' for breakfast? Don't
[And work your body down] Yeahhh... [No time to funk around, cause we gon....] Funk, you, right on up So get up, get a move on, and get
I'ma still blow up the stage 'Cause this is a death threat but don't let your sweat get In the way of your vision don't be missin' when I get set To
shottie pop, quick as a karate chop Get your body shot, get your top chopped, like a lollipop Call it Maserati drop, in the body shop Get your mommy knocked
R D-O-T, somethin' nasty Price it but ain' gon' cop? Don't ask me Hot as the drop. Cold, my top glassy You don't really think I'm grown? Kidnap me Uh,
come through Wit brand new series of rap arts like Kung Fu You don?t believe me, ya crew could get hung to I run through anybody opposing Don?t make
a fact and you know I get fatter I don't ya think I would know that that's all it is right his name is herbert now be don't be so wacked he'll
ass niggaz So if your mother ain't ready for a funeral, don't fuck with me Cause I know a good way to get your family together And I ain't talkin bout
ain't famous, bitch!) And if so, I don't give a fuck I stay real with dirty hoes and love to get my dick a suck Don't get it flipped ho, you's a hood
condition And don't get mad, and don't stop hissing Don't say nothing homeboy just listen [pmd] No talk or playing, sucker mc's I be slaying Get off
Don't let MAKAVELI fool you homey thuggin it costs Pour out a little liquor for the loved ones that we lost You ain't gotta wait for the album I don
they get taken Chorus: Fake mc's, they always act hard But won't walk the street without they bodyguard I hate fake mc's, they always act hard But won't
