t get it confused, never had no silver spoon But you got a long walk, tryna fit Timbaland's shoes And next up(I believe that's me) And what's your name
won't let ya Lick my back up and sniff my crack up Then I slacked up, you know niggaz can act up Before they get the booty, then I stay like Tootie
Whoa, whoa, whoa, yeah Aiyyo, Tim man, this the jump off right here, man Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, it's Queen Bee, nigga It's the jump off, come on
place, really ain't safe, Cleveland the birthplace Midwest niggas, yeah, we stay thirsty tim's in the winter with the j's in the summer all four season's we stay
That's how it is for me 'cause I live a boss' life Now this is for the B's and the C's, and the D's and the H's And the G's puttin' work in overseas
(Tim Rice/John Farrar) I do not love you Isabella I never have I never will I saunter through this ceremony Confidence high, enthusiasm nil My reasoning
Lunatic, that's what I am that's what I said I am I'm try'n to be a millionaire I bet I am, I bet I am It's dem boys on dem porches in air forces read
And I'm, bout to get funked up, I said Well you got a lot of cash let me ask where yo maims Damn where you fro out of town or where you stay I got myself
new funk An' I'm 'bouts to get funked up, I said Well you talk a lotta trash, let me ask where yo' mans Damn, where you from, outta town or where you stay
me [TS] $hort Dawg in the house, slammin Cadillac do's, pimpin hoes [8B] Nuthin but the real shit, nine-eight, for these tricks it's too late [TS] It's
Gotta stay down so I make me some heat It's goin down in the mornin on me Soon as they say "Hey line up," let's eat Right now the nigga just as safe
your spine Then I'm gonna let it inside your throat [ludacris] Tricked out, kicked out get her on gone Ludacris on the motherfucking microphone Heey, what's
can?t make money then you can?t either If I didn?t have to rap I have blown in the freezer If I can?t rock Nikes or Tim?s with double soles I have the
enemies Gotta stay down, so I make me some weed It's goin' down in the mornin' on me Soon as they say, "Hey, line up," let's leave Right now, the nigga
you bow down to the row Fuckin' me, now I'm fuckin' you, little hoe Oh, don't think I forgot, let you slide Let me ride, just another homicide Yeah it's
scuffed up tim's Queensbridge let the battle begin, I keep my best on Police arrest me when they dead wrong Bring it to a pitfall Everybody nice in stickbal It's
into Mr. Kiss and them Brought 'em down to Athens, let 'em cut with my sister's friend Now we gettin' blist again, back on the block in Yonkers and Tim
