[1st Verse] You're feelin' yourself, you're feelin' me! (huhh!)
The feelin' is strong, it's clear to see,
Ain't no feeling like on top to me,
Pass down possibly, sit down drop the V!
I'm tryna drop another one. - Shit, I gotta see;
Stuntin' til the summer come. - Swagger by the tree.
Jugglin' these questions, cause it's puzzlin' to me,
That baby got a husband, and she's ridin' round wit' me?
Fuck it! - I'm just playin' my part, - I'm ain't tryna cuff it!
Can't trust, bitch, she ballin' on a n**** budget!
Touch downs keep her there. - Money the subject,
And I'm on another team. - Gotta love it!
She pro'bly try it on me, I wanna rug it,
SouthSide stubborn. - cold hearted than public!
Livin' without a care. - Don't care how you judge it!
Tired of hearin' what you goin' through. - I does it! (I does it!)
[Chorus] Love shots! - She's firin' the gun,
Pro'ly had a hundred n***** lookin' dumb!
But I aint the one! (I ain't the one!) - Nah, I ain't like them!
Matter of fact, - I went back on the road when I'm done. (I'm done!)
[Bridge] G's up! (G's up!) - Hoes down! (hoes down!)
Get paper! (get paper!) - Smoke pounds! (smoke pounds!)
Four bitches! (four bitches!) - Four rounds! (four rounds!)
G's up! (G's up!) - Hoes all the way down! (hoes all the way down!)
[2nd Verse] Maybe I will, maybe I won't;
Maybe I'm better off if I don't. (uh!)
None of that money is yours, baby, you're broke!
And when that bump sick, your soap back on the rope?
Brand new tasks, cause she's wonderful with her throat;
Cash for the ????, she's coming up with the stroke!
Showty takin' shots, I duck down and dodge,
Always on the move girl, I work 5 jobs:
I'm a "go-getter", "fly-n****", - "flow spitta"
"Game owner", - "player" - and the coach hit her.
???? and my CD dope
Lock me up to NYPD, won't pro'bly wanna see me slip!
Have a n**** baby. - Grimey on that greedy shit.
Borderline crazy, crazy to not see the shit!
Cold hearted. - Step into the freeze a bit;
Blue fuckin' Hef', no stress when the weed is lit!
TRACK #10 - "JOKE'S ON YOU" [Movie Bites from Spike Lee's "Mo' Better Blues (1990)"]
[Bleek] I have a certain amount of time allotted for DAILY PRACTICE!
You know this! Yet you consistently overlook my program.
[Clarke] I get the times mixed up.
[Clarke] Everything with you is so damn regulated.
A certain time to do this.. a certain time to do that.
Everything's on a schedule, a time table!
[Bleek] Let me explain something to you!
Life is short.. Okay? I need it like this to do the things I gotta do, I like order.
[Clarke] Order's fine,.. but you're ridiculous!
[Bleek] What do you want?
[Clarke] I want a man who knows what he wants... decisive!
You don't know what you want!
Make up your mind, to be a man, and don't be wishy-washy on me!
I know what I want: my music. Everything else is secondary!
[Clarke] I knew you would say that.
[Bleek] Then why did you ask?
I'm just tryna do my thing, you know?
[Chorus] I'm on the move everynight, (uh!)
Ain't no way I'm livin right,
And you wanna be the wifey! (wifey...)
So it's hurtin' you to like me, (like me...)
And it's killin' you to love, (uh!)
Chatter gets to you cuz you always in the club, (uh-huh!)
I ain't tryna cuddle up, girl you gotta go home!
Don't get me outta my zone. - Stop callin' my phone! (uh!)
Save the cryin' for the dummy! (dummy...)
I wake up - both eyes on the motherfuckin' money. (money...)
[1st Verse] Uhh! - You ain't really hurt, bitch! - You been down this road before,
Problem when lies surface (uh!) - bullshit you done heard and more!
I tap the pen, - let out the bullet, - but I don't serve 'em raw, (raw!)
Quickest way of trappin' 'em, havin' you, have to go to court. (daamn!)
Life long accident, one night of action got ya caught,
Victim to their spot, now you're up to your knees in child support,
But uh-uuuhh! (uh-uh!) - Not me! - I'm Rocky in a drop V,
I'm top see - on it word to big an' lil' katif.
Lambo' down the side streets,
Same neighborhood as LL Cool J and Mobb Deep, (Ca)Pone and Nore' and fly sneaks! (uh!)
Ghetto bitches dime freaks! - I'm just tryna fit in,
Finally get my shit off so they mention my name with them! (yeah!)
No Valentine, cuz none of these ladies mine, (nah!)
Not my girl, girl like B-fiancée - or baby mom. (mom!)
Brand new women to bring home, chains watches and ring shown,
Come into my reality! - "P.I.M.P." my ringtone! (ringtone!)
[2nd Verse] How do you think I got to the money? - Bein' stupid?! (punk!)
You done fucked around and got yo' dumb a** in my music.
I got new hoes - for the day. - fuckin' girls they all will pay,
I'm guarented to score - like Jordan in a basketballer way.
Lota missed callin', ya borin'? - I'll be gone to all them,
Girls in no order! - You can have 'em, I cant afford 'em. (whooo!)
Don't pillow-talk, them broads ain't holdi'n water,
And they aint' faithful either, catch me in the nightclub throwin' Rozay on her.
Balls in a model hand, shine like a hologram;
Orgies, a dime a dozen. - Clockwork like a dollar van! (yeah!)
Barely like 'em, don't love 'em! - Showstoppers exotic tans,
Dancin' while I judge 'em, I thug 'em all the way out in France. (France!)
I ain't ya come up! - She gonna roll the blunt up, (yeah!)
An hour later and one nut, - then I'll hit cha back, nunchuck. (uh!)
Hit the street when the Sun's up. - Shittin' now by the dump truck;
Hold on! - Let me see what this bitch want! - WHAT?!
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