Spell My Name Right2 triple O Sole' S, uh O, ah L, yeah E, accent S, yeah O, uh L, yeah E, accent [Sole'] Ugh, it's the brown cocomo mama Call shots, 12 room yachts Cruisin' the Bahamas, Pocahontas Strictly out for dollas Sole' serve it up hot like Benny Hanas You's a TV dinner, gots to come hard You seein' me nigga Wanna freak me, eat me, can't treat me nigga? No answer, you besta be on your way, uh Money tossed and you got nothin' to say, yeah Round the way in the SLK Sittin' on 20 inches, get money, fuck niggas Stack flows, got cats with cash flows and dough All night in the flow, tight Another pretty face that you bet' know I'm the illest Cherokee to ever slap a ho I drop four in your dough, your hard-on? Get it straight You can't fuck around on your best date Now what the deal? [Mr. Raja] Get your money and your life right It's a cost to be boss, get the price right Playas hold it down, then keep ya game tight Say what you want, but spell her name right, uh-huh Get your money and your life right It's a cost to be boss, get the price right Playas hold it down, then keep ya game tight Say what you want, but spell her name right, uh-huh [Sole'] Cashin' chips in, all best down, in the Lex now Decked out, make 'em sweat now Never let down, precede caution Had it with flossers, sworn a stinkin' nigga, toss it Soon as they saw it, shit nigga I ain't no freak ho, I ain't no duck ho I ain't no "took me out to eat so we gon' fuck" ho FUCK NO! I'm a look-but-don't-touch ho The baddest, one shot of ? fire cabbage The maddest, the ill flow paterant In and out the pocket, write it down, 16 drop it Make a mil when the pants fill I step it up, when I talk I back it up I put that out there In case you bitches start actin' up like y'all fit for action Cut the mics off and we can get to bitch bashin' If not, stop talkin', then start walkin' Cuz real niggas out here like talkin' [Mr. Raja] Get your money and your life right It's a cost to be boss, get the price right Playas hold it down, then keep ya game tight Say what you want, but spell her name right, uh-huh Get your money and your life right It's a cost to be boss, get the price right Playas hold it down, then keep ya game tight Say what you want, but spell her name right, uh-huh [Sole'] You little girls is childs play, I bring it to your man Sole' got it locked from the block to Sound-Scan Fuck his tummy up, stay off us, ya hear Red Zone gon' show y'all how to ball this year I'm big like bottles of Crys and foreign whips I'm more like more street bombs and stock tips Bigger than your fox and your bricks I'm more like Vegas, bet a hundred dollas, got the red chips If you call me a ho, you better say "Miss Ho" We can get it on rat scraps or the pistol If you call me a bitch, you better say "Rich Bitch" Cuz can't NAN HO fuck with this! So what you want nigga? [Mr. Raja] Get your money and your life right It's a cost to be boss, get the price right Playas hold it down, then keep ya game tight Say what you want, but spell her name right, uh-huh Get your money and your life right It's a cost to be boss, get the price right Playas hold it down, then keep ya game tight Say what you want, but spell her name right, uh-huh [Mr. Raja] Get your money and your life right It's a cost to be boss, get the price right Playas hold it down, then keep ya game tight Say what you want, but spell her name right, uh-huh S, uh O, ah L, yeah E, accent S, yeah O, uh L, yeah E, accent S, uh O, ah L, yeah E, accent S, yeah O, uh L, yeah E, accent Sole Index Da Story[Tricky] Yo Sole' where you going boo [Sole'] I'm going home, I'm tired I got a session tomorrow [Tricky] You high you buggin the fuck out [Sole'] I'm out [Tricky] You out? [Sole'] I'm out [Tricky] Holla at ya man tomorrow [Sole'] Aight I'll get up with you tomorrow [Tricky] You get up with me tomorrow? Aight I'm going up in here Coming out of 112 one late night Seen some scandalous hoes in my eye sight Now being the bitch I am, payed it no mind Gave niggaz that then hoped in the ride Pulled out the heat from under the seat Make sure the doors locked and the guns cocked Pulled out the lock Now I'm leavin the spot Made a right on Cheser Bridge Now I'm rollin down the block Floatin across 80 by north I seen some headlights rollin tight behind the Porche MotherFucker bumped my shit Oh now it's on Thinkin it's an accident Though I could be wrong {motherfucker} Payin myself if niggaz really want it Hit another exit so a bitch wouldn't get cornered Couldn't keep going, niggaz will follow you home Smack you with the chrome and take everything you own I was taught better than that So I grabs the gat Holds my own Don't need no one to watch my back Lookin towards the heavens through the sun roof Shit, I know I ain't untouchable and I know I ain't bullet proof But I'll put it on these niggaz if need be Your dead, On some two to you chest and two to your head Lord please don't let it go there All I see is a BP and I'm in the middle of nowhere I'm ready for whatever and I know the routine Before I get out the whip I check the gun magazine Hoped out like "What the fuck ya'll got to be crazy" Some tall nigga talkin bout "Yo hold on baby, it was just an accident" I can't believe this happening Then I see the Cherokee pull up in the back of him Now I'm really on p Oh, that's them same bitches from the club that was grilling me So I pulled out the fifth You niggaz coming for me Money had his hands up, I smacked him with the heat Thats when one bitch hoped out the jeep, I fired a shot I missed her But it cornered the drivers side and hit her sister I ducked behind my whip Bitch still popping Wait for her to stop so I can hit her with a hot one It's getting hard to maneuverer I kicked my heels off Had him knocked out Stumbled to his shit and them he peeled off Perfect distraction GS is passin I rose platinum sounded like a round of applause I pack a line when a cock it back and I rore's Now I'm the type that will get at the drama to it's gone You bitches wanna dance then they playin our song I'm done fucking with you Jumped behind the dumpster Reload the pistol Pucker up until it kiss ya I can't explain why this is going on But tonight ot's on Fuck who right and fuck who wrong I got you in my sight, gun in my palm Surprisingly calm Lick of a shot, hit her in the arm She running got my gun hot Try to escape she pulled her dead friend out of the driver's side Licked off a shot Put it in the leg I ain't gonna kill you quick, bitch I'm gonna make you beg She still got in though and mashed the gas I put four in the door and got out of the way fast The jeep swerved and started to stray Heading for the gas tank guiding my stance Hit it with the last one, contact,it blows up I bolted out before the APB shows up Throwed my shit and fifth Bucked forty on the dash In my rear view I seen the aftermath of the blast To protect mine I send demons to hell Stay strong just to live long Those who weak they and fell Knowing happened shouldn't have went down but it did If it's me and you, bitch I gots to live I know with guns hell Only one can prevail Either it's a done deal Live by steel or behind steel Ain't nothing fair We in this for real Could have ended up dead tonight or ended up in jail Pacing in my cell Trying to raise bail And on top of all that, this bitch made me break my motherfucking nail Fucked my shit up I told Tricky ass I ain't wanna go out tonight Now I got to get this shit fixed Sole Index Iy Yi Yi[Sole'] Yeah, yeah, yeah Sole', never saw me comin', uh My brigade, some bad bitches [Sole' & Bobbi] If ya get doped with bezels Your neck, wrist and fixed clothes You spit flows, your click roll And ride with Lorenzo's, say Iy yi yi yi, iy yi yi (woo!) Iy yi yi yi, iy yi yi [Sole'] Ugh, got these niggas by the balls See me comin', drop the drawers, stop and pause Hear me bustas, better drop the charge Mothafucka, I'm about to roar Spittin' at the sad nigga with the cup of Dom, wha These mothafuckas can't see me You mothafuckas can't be me These mothafuckas can't read me You mothafuckas, you need me Followin' with that Who Dat, it's true dat Rip shit like a true bitch, you knew that Call to my girls, we gon' do that Any bitch that's havin' a clue that 9-9, time to shine, comin' with the fine rhymes Line, line, hang it up, here comes Mine's mine [Sole' & Bobbi] If ya get doped with bezels Your neck, wrist and fixed clothes You spit flows, your click roll And ride with Lorenzo's, say Iy yi yi yi, iy yi yi (woo!) Iy yi yi yi, iy yi yi [Sole' & Bobbi] If ya get doped with bezels Your neck, wrist and fixed clothes You spit flows, your click roll And ride with Lorenzo's, say Iy yi yi yi, iy yi yi (woo!) Iy yi yi yi, iy yi yi [Miss Toi] Wanna get paper due Chicks mistake the doo when I sway through Any nigga in the place gon' hate, so I make mom and pop and diamond case So I be mucho Luciano, true low You know B-O be in Montigo Bay sunbathin' topless, out in the tropics Eatin' good, what's for lunch? Crab licked, and lobsters Runnin' with many cats, Sole' (probably blazed out) Get that cheddar, nothin' better Y'all keep talkin', yeah whatever Keep yappin', we gon' continue to make this party happen [Bobbi] I'm fittin' to cake now Check it out, break down All ya dogs, startin' to act fake now First album dropped, but ya ain't nuttin' Bar slangin' for the take-down Oh, you wanna hate now? Shut me down? Fuck y'all clowns At y'all now, bust em down Sole' evil, Bobbi Boss platinum bound [Sole' & Bobbi] If ya get doped with bezels Your neck, wrist and fixed clothes You spit flows, your click roll And ride with Lorenzo's, say Iy yi yi yi, iy yi yi (woo!) Iy yi yi yi, iy yi yi [Sole' & Bobbi] If ya get doped with bezels Your neck, wrist and fixed clothes You spit flows, your click roll And ride with Lorenzo's, say Iy yi yi yi, iy yi yi (woo!) Iy yi yi yi, iy yi yi [Miss Toi] You irritating hoes don't stress me And try to cop a fit, listen to my shit And trick split when you show these suckas you ain't havin' it Max to this, quit your dis, this a new chick, you familiar with It's frequently comin' from this sis Miss Bitch That's what I gotta be, my soldiers full on side of me Oh they ain't scared to ride for me All my niggas will die for me I place these niggas inside of me So raise your hand real high for me Don't let no pussy slide with me Oh, you think you gon' roll with me? Just any ol' nigga can't roll with me Wanna see your niggas ?? Don't need no monkeys sworin' me, huh You feel the pain, pain? We droppin' game, game You'll go insane, feelin' the heat from this mic Comin' real real tight tight, ah-ight? [Sole' & Bobbi] If ya get doped with bezels Your neck, wrist and fixed clothes You spit flows, your click roll And ride with Lorenzo's, say Iy yi yi yi, iy yi yi (woo!) Iy yi yi yi, iy yi yi [Sole' & Bobbi] If ya get doped with bezels Your neck, wrist and fixed clothes You spit flows, your click roll And ride with Lorenzo's, say Iy yi yi yi, iy yi yi (woo!) Iy yi yi yi, iy yi yi [Sole'] Ugh, bitches, now what you know 'bout this? These niggas wanna taste the best of licks The led filled chick, that spit this raunchy led filled shit See, I'm that "niggas wanna eat me on my period" bitch I'm serious bitch That stray ho gettin' curious, bitch Got kiddies shakin' in their boots, they scared to fight me in this This Pocahontas bitch got bitches straight re-writin' they shit I'm Iy Yi Yi 'n on this mothafucka, keepin' you lit Got veteran niggas in this mothafucka ridin' my clit See, Tricky shine on this shit Got nothin' but dimes in my click And 2 of the baddest mothafuckas out here 'round on this shit Think you come hard, come with it Then hear me ballin', forget it Don't put the mic down and quit Then ain't no bitch can fuck with it!!! Iy yi yi yi, iy yi yi (woo!) Iy yi yi yi, iy yi yi Iy yi yi yi, iy yi yi (woo!) Iy yi yi yi, iy yi yi We off the chain nigga We runnin' game nigga You wanna bang nigga It ain't no thang nigga We off the chain nigga We runnin' game nigga You wanna bang nigga It ain't no thang nigga Ah-ight?! Sole Index 4, 5, 6[JT Money] Yo, what's up? What's up baby? Dis yo nigga [Sole'] Nigga, where da fuck you at? [JT Money] Mr. good dick, what you say? [Sole'] I said where da fuck you at?! [JT Money] What how you feel? How you say you feel? [Sole'] I feel like you need to get home before yo shit be outside [JT Money] You say you daddy to come through and regulate? What? Put his thang down, what? It's all good [Sole'] It could be 4, 5 or 6, you bet' not be nowhere laid up wit no bitch You betta bring that home to momma, don't be playin and shit If you get horny when you out, no need for eyein' them hoes Why eat a burger when you got steak and potatoes at home? A short drive is all it takes, I'm just a phone call away Ain't no excuses mutha fucka for you runnin astray I give it to you when you want it aint no other's like mine Yo ex-bitch can't fuck with this, so don't be wastin' yo time The Indian, black mix, boy like I told you before And we can ay yi yi the fur rug on my living room floor And ain't nan hoe gon' bring it like you know I'mma bring it And ain't nan hoe gon' freak it like you know I'mma freak it And ain't nan hoe gon' shake it like you know I'mma shake it And aint nan hoe gon' take it like you know I'mma take it So don't make me come lookin for you, pull you outta some mix Then turn around and bust you in yo shit for 4, 5 or 6 [Kandi] I don't care if it's 4, 5, 6, 7, 8 in the morning Boy you better call me when you think you gettin horny I don't give a damn bout who you with Just as long as you aint givin up my shit I don't care if it's 4, 5, 6, 7, 8 in the morning Boy you better call me when you think you gettin horny I don't give a damn bout who you with Just as long as you aint givin up my shit [JT money] You know me as your player, your pipe layer, your all night stayer All up in your sauce when you need your rocks off Knock your socks off, baby off the chain in this bitch Have your wide ass open while I'm slangin' this dick Got you lovin' this shit, suckin and fuckin this dick Wanna go and make some bucks for this dick Fightin' all in the club for this dick I'm that player that you chose Long as you satisfied, baby fuck them other hoes Just keep my pussy horny so you can put it on me Girl you know I'm the only one who can satisfy your monkey Ain't nobody gon' do you like I do when I put this love stick inside you Money man guaranteed to satisfy you Have you open all night like a drive-through So bring yo thang on so I can get my bang on I hope you likes a good fuck because my game strong And I ain't lyin' girl you wouldn't if you could quit I signs my name on that pussy, Mr. Good Dick That's my shit [Kandi] I don't care if it's 4, 5, 6, 7, 8 in the morning Boy you better call me when you think you gettin horny I don't give a damn bout who you with Just as long as you aint givin up my shit I don't care if it's 4, 5, 6, 7, 8 in the morning Boy you better call me when you think you gettin horny I don't give a damn bout who you with Just as long as you aint givin up my shit [Sole'] Now nigga what you gone do, ugh, let me put this good lovin on you We can do everything that you want to 'Cause I like it real freaky, nigga don't you That's right, don't make no promises Can't find none better than mommas is Stay wet, stay tight, keep you comin' back Go all night feelin' right, you be lovin that Hell yeah, like wanna make enough moves Fuckin you boy like I got something to prove Runnin loose, fuck it nigga gotta pay dues Make you wanna tell ya boys all about whose No talkin' now, come get the good shit Make you never wanna fuck another hood bitch Have ya breakin' off plans to come and lay me Mutha fucka, don't ever try and play me [Kandi] I don't care if it's 4, 5, 6, 7, 8 in the morning Boy you better call me when you think you gettin horny I don't give a damn bout who you with Just as long as you aint givin up my shit I don't care if it's 4, 5, 6, 7, 8 in the morning Boy you better call me when you think you gettin horny I don't give a damn bout who you with Just as long as you aint givin up my shit... Sole Index Ain't Nobody Fuckin Wit It[Tech] Ha ha ha ha, we bout to do this Tech Niner, Sole' Bout to make that ass hot baby Like this, yo [Female singing] I heard the party didn't stop 'Til Tech Niner got ill one man crew, runnin' through you Niggas let their cash drop, ladies made that ass hot Make 'em say "ooh", that's what we do [Tech] This one's for the niggas' in the club Fucked up, full of liquor Fittin' to let the Tech N9ne feelin' hit ya Everybody respect mine when I step up INSANE (ish) Killa, killa, doin' damage to a nigga BRAIN (ish) Haters can't maintain [Sole'] Killin' everybody with the murderous flow I'mma let a nigga know 'bout fly Sole' Bad to the bone with the fucked up jump So we all get drunk and crunk all day We hard, let's keep all this marvelous shit We killin' everything And Tricky started all of this shit [Tech] Ay yo, get paid, never get sprayed Takin Sole', be the brainiacs [Sole' and Tech] Warner Brothers and DreamWorks So I guess we're Animaniacs All the niggas in the back get with the ladies in the front From side to side, we gon' survive and get what the fuck we want That's right [Sole' and Tech] Ain't nobody fuckin' wit it, y'all niggas forget it Ain't nobody fuckin' wit it, cuz we kill 'em And these hoes and niggas know we keep it rough And make it rougher Cuz all we wanna see is you dancin' in the mothafucka Ain't nobody fuckin' wit it, y'all niggas forget it Ain't nobody fuckin' wit it, cuz we kill 'em And these hoes and niggas know we keep it rough And make it rougher Cuz all we wanna see is you dancin' in the mothafucka [Tech] I'm dancin' with this bitch with an ass so fat Had to dash to the back, hit that ass from the back With that ass in my rap, put that ass on the map I come from 6-6, triple 8, 46, 99, 3's All of my killas can't see, fill the niggas on the drive-by ki's Ask me to bomb and I will Ask me to be calm and I kill I got that bomb style and your shit ain't real Your shit is simply - unrealistic Your bitch seek this, gets dismissed with a quickness This lip sick, get the lipstick, kiss this dick In a minute, I'mma bust this flow I'mma let these suckas know Nine millimeter is about to blow And I'm out to get your ho Puncuate the first to shake that ass and get that cash stack All the playa haters better stand back when I flashback Ish hot, knowin' ??? in your club and I'm kinda scold dragon Yo, I thought you heard Tech Niner got that ground control All up in your bitch's roll with that ass exposed, yo [Sole' and Tech] Ain't nobody fuckin' wit it, y'all niggas forget it Ain't nobody fuckin' wit it, cuz we kill 'em And these hoes and niggas know we keep it rough And make it rougher Cuz all we wanna see is you dancin' in the mothafucka Ain't nobody fuckin' wit it, y'all niggas forget it Ain't nobody fuckin' wit it, cuz we kill 'em And these hoes and niggas know we keep it rough And make it rougher Cuz all we wanna see is you dancin' in the mothafucka [Sole'] Na na na na na You can not fuck with Tech N9ne and Sole' Comin' with the rough shit Off in the club, me and my girls lookin' lovely Lots of killa thugs be wishin' they could fuck me If you's a hustle man, throw your hands up Throw my hands up, I did it cuz this ho just ran up The way you bustas try to step to me, it's killin' me Stank breath, mackin' law thrown out, 3 mil be drillin' me, no Yellin' about ki's and dope, broke I hope you take notes and shove this cake, about 20 down your throat Scope, wash your mouth out with soap Ladies dressed with power, awfully remote Time, nigga it's wine, throwin' rhymes, killa be mine Blowin' nine, and I'mma shine, growin' Hella ass I'm showin' I see you in the back freakin' Everybody in the front tweekin' While me and Tech be peakin' Off in the club scene every weekend, we the shit Throwin' rough ride full of grit, ass that you wanna get Twit, beware my bite it truly venomous when I spit Beauty and the beast, you hear in the club or the street On the back seat of your Jeep, over peak rollin' deep cuz... [Sole' and Tech] Ain't nobody fuckin' wit it, y'all niggas forget it Ain't nobody fuckin' wit it, cuz we kill 'em And these hoes and niggas know we keep it rough And make it rougher Cuz all we wanna see is you dancin' in the mothafucka Ain't nobody fuckin' wit it, y'all niggas forget it Ain't nobody fuckin' wit it, cuz we kill 'em And these hoes and niggas know we keep it rough And make it rougher Cuz all we wanna see is you dancin' in the mothafucka [Sole' and Tech] Ain't nobody fuckin' wit it, y'all niggas forget it Ain't nobody fuckin' wit it, cuz we kill 'em And these hoes and niggas know we keep it rough And make it rougher Cuz all we wanna see is you dancin' in the mothafucka Ain't nobody fuckin' wit it, y'all niggas forget it Ain't nobody fuckin' wit it, cuz we kill 'em And these hoes and niggas know we keep it rough And make it rougher Cuz all we wanna see is you dancin' in the mothafucka [Tech] Ya know what I'm sayin'? This nigga Tricky got me drunk Off this mothafuckin' Hennessy and Alize' baby We off in ATL kickin' it for Sole' baby, you know what I'm sayin'? Too much ass in one room baby Shake what your mothafuckin' mama gave ya Tech Niner in this bitch For the year 2-thou baby It's all delicious, Tech N9ne Bitch "Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce..." Sole Index We've Been Trying Too Long[Gipp] Hey, look here [Sole'] What's up? [Gipp] Shorty, I don't think this thing between us is gon' work no more [Sole'] Oh, you don't think it's gon' work? [Gipp] Nah [Sole'] You tryin' to say that's it? [Gipp] Man, it's over shorty I gotta move on Ya know, be gone, ya know [Sole'] Ya know, I think I was feelin' the same way anyway So it's over? [Gipp] I'm out [Sole'] Cool [Gipp] We been down this street Down this block before Bout to let it all go and hit the front door Down and up, up and down Told you I was in it big This the last time that me and you will have this conversation In a situation goin back and forth About, who right, who wrong The same ol' song See I'm a fresh hit Anotha girl gon' get Slow rides, through the park Gettin hugs in the dark I know you don't trust me That's why you beeped my thirty times But I wasn't doin nothin but in the street gettin mine And everytime I tried to explain you wouldn't listen So I left irratated, confused on what to do You, used to bring light, now you bring pain So I gotta let you go and let you do ya thang You used to bring light, but now you bring pain So I gotta let ya go and let ya do ya thang [Dani] (Gipp & Sole') We've been trying too long (Uh, yeah, to get it right but it just won't work) We've been trying too long (Yeah, uh, to get it right but it just won't work) We've been trying too long (Uh, yeah, to get it right but it just won't work) We've been trying too long (Yeah, uh, to get it right but it just won't work) [Sole'] Don't mean to press ya but I'm needin to know If this the end And if you leave, am I your friend or your foe? Don't wanna go, you see me turn and look I walk away slow Motion be the way Make sure you catch the kisses I blow I see you lookin like you wanna take me back in yo' arms Like when you used to hold me tight And you protect me from harm But now we can't resolve the problems that we share It's a mess I thought we'd work it out But now it seems I have to confess That this the end But you still knowin that I wish it's the start You slowly breakin my heart I gave you everything, you tore it apart Can't go in circles anymore 'cause we been trying too long Sometimes you just can't work it out That's why I'm crying this song You, used to bring light, but now you bring pain So I'ma have to let ya go and let ya do ya thang You used to bring light, but now you bring pain So now I gotta let ya go and let ya do ya thang [Dani] (Gipp & Sole') We've been trying too long (Uh, yeah, to get it right but it just won't work) We've been trying too long (Yeah, uh, to get it right but it just won't work) We've been trying too long (Uh, yeah, to get it right but it just won't work) We've been trying too long (Yeah, uh, to get it right but it just won't work) [Gipp] Me and you, used to be cute But now we paint a different picture Love'll get 'cha, and leave ya deaf, dumb, and blind Everytime, we had some good days, remember those Momma told me that's the way love goes So I'ma leave it at that, get my hat, get my strap, get my bags Be gone in the wind, baby girl [Sole'] But now I hear you so I guess it's nothin left to be said It's time that I fled It's feelin like a blow to the head I thought that soon I'd see the day that you and I would be wed But now the end has come, the love is gone, I'm cryin instead And you, used to bring light, but now you bring pain So I'ma have to let ya go and let ya do ya thang [Gipp] Nah, you used to bring light, but now you bring pain So I gotta let ya go and let ya do ya thang You used to bring light, but now you bring pain So I gotta let ya go and let ya do ya thang [Dani] (Gipp & Sole') We've been trying too long (Uh, yeah, to get it right but it just won't work) We've been trying too long (Yeah, uh, to get it right but it just won't work) We've been trying too long (Uh, yeah, to get it right but it just won't work) We've been trying too long (Yeah, uh, to get it right but it just won't work)... Sole Index Young Niggas"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen... We're gonna do a song that you never heard before" [Intro] Yeah, it's on some cool shit, some laid back shit 'Bout my young nigga Work the tongue nigga, ya know what I'm saying? Yeah, he want Sole' Many times seen him coming my way Casual conversations was all that came into play He had a girlfriend, or so them other niggas would say Ex-girl was more the word, trippin back in the day Know what I mean? Time to scheme on him, sexy as what Young nigga, work the tounge nigga, checking my butt I see you looking like you wanna touch, making the cut You wasn't sure, work the back and I'm working the front You had to jump, tight white baby's cuffing her ass Little waist, real brest complimenting her ass When I pass cocomo from the day at the beach French manicured feet, hair was highlighted from rocking the bleach I left him speechless, he wanted, but he baby to me Spitting lines but I think he still a maybe to me No time for games but I want him, can't be shady wit me I breast feed him, and he want it on a daily wit me This young nigga. Oooh, Sole' give me one more chance You know I really wanna be your man Cuz ain't nobody do what you do I put that on my mama, girl I'm gonna stay true Oooh, Sole' give me one more chance You know I really wanna be your man Cuz ain't nobody do what you do I put that on my mama, girl I'm gonna stay true Flirting wit him, I should leave him alone Give it to him and he'll wanna try and call me his own Ringing my phone saying that he wanna kick it wit me When he know he really only wanna stick it to me The dime piece, cool, heard that he was working the lots Several, so I think he might be hitting my spot Several, knock knock and the movies we watch, boring Watching me while I'm watching the clock, snoring Think he slick while he rubbing my leg, butta soft Tease him back, feel him wanting to beg, lay me down Here's the oil, he massageing my back, young gun Full of cum, yea he loaded and strapped Lick me from the back, working he was putting me down First night did it right, wasn't no stopping him now, got him sprung On the couch now he wondering how Sent him home wit a smile and I gave him a pound This young nigga. Oooh, Sole' give me one more chance You know I really wanna be your man Cuz ain't nobody do what you do I put that on my mama, girl I'm gonna stay true Oooh, Sole' give me one more chance You know I really wanna be your man Cuz ain't nobody do what you do I put that on my mama, girl I'm gonna stay true Just a tad bit younger than me maturing, the mental But I had to school him to keep, was real gentle When I showed him things he never had seen Turned him out, now he open, yeah, you know what I mean No round about got him rocking game he never heard of Foreign languages that he never spoke a word of Took him places, just the best of them what I preferred of Any other girl would never even be concerned of My young nigga Oooh, Sole' give me one more chance You know I really wanna be your man Cuz ain't nobody do what you do I put that on my mama, girl I'm gonna stay true Oooh, Sole' give me one more chance You know I really wanna be your man Cuz ain't nobody do what you do I put that on my mama, girl I'm gonna stay true... Sole Index It Wasn't Me[J. Weav] Your girlfriend's lyin' baby, it wasn't me Your girl said I hit it baby, it wasn't me Your girl wants to do it to me She wants to give it to me She will not stop until I let her come and do it to me Your girlfriend's lyin' baby, it wasn't me Your girl said I hit it baby, it wasn't me Your girl wants to do it to me She wants to give it to me She will not stop until I let her come and do it to me [Sole'] I need to ask you a question This thing that I heard, it got me stressin' I'm guessin' baby, comin' to you for your confession If you did it, then you besta tell me, straight up Cuz what I heard completely overwhelmed me Don't try to sell me, then compell me to be packin' and gone Or better yet, I'll pack you up before the end of the song But if I'm wrong, then my complete apology, you will see This can not happen, now you know that I don't wanna believe That you would be forever lettin' other women recieve The love you give me everyday, I find it hard to concieve But if it's true, then I'mma have to tell you this is the end I'll ask you once, not again Was you fuckin' my friend? Tell me now [J. Weav] Your girlfriend's lyin' baby, it wasn't me Your girl said I hit it baby, it wasn't me Your girl wants to do it to me She wants to give it to me She will not stop until I let her come and do it to me Your girlfriend's lyin' baby, it wasn't me Your girl said I hit it baby, it wasn't me Your girl wants to do it to me She wants to give it to me She will not stop until I let her come and do it to me [Sole'] Now let me tell you what she told me She said that you was fake and phony Fuckin' my homie, actin' like you don't even know me Sayin' time and time again that you was leavin' me lonely Ridin' my pony, Angie and this chick named Romie Tellin' me the way you hit it when I left for the Keys Talkin' 'bout the carpet burnin', she recieved to the knees The multiple orgasms, with the greatest of ease And orally the way you had her screamin', beggin' you please And she was trouble from the start when I met her one night If I leave, "Dear John" will be the letter you find If you want her, you can have her, it ain't wetter than mine It be another man's gain, it ain't better than mine Now tell me [J. Weav] Your girlfriend's lyin' baby, it wasn't me Your girl said I hit it baby, it wasn't me Your girl wants to do it to me She wants to give it to me She will not stop until I let her come and do it to me Your girlfriend's lyin' baby, it wasn't me Your girl said I hit it baby, it wasn't me Your girl wants to do it to me She wants to give it to me She will not stop until I let her come and do it to me [Sole'] I know she lies, but the details was all too clear And I know better than to run with everything that I hear Trust was never a problem for us, it was perfectly clear It's been like happy ever after for the past 2 years I know she wants you though, she said it on the night that we met Now she takin' drastic measures, tryin' to see if she get She fightin' in a battle that she know she never could win Step it down to a 6 when you workin' with 10 Wanna walk in my heals? Wanna walk with my deals? Wanna know how it feel? I'm just bein' for real I take your word for it this time, I'm stayin' with you Make sure it never happen, I ain't playin' with you Now tell me [J. Weav] Your girlfriend's lyin' baby, it wasn't me Your girl said I hit it baby, it wasn't me Your girl wants to do it to me She wants to give it to me She will not stop until I let her come and do it to me Your girlfriend's lyin' baby, it wasn't me Your girl said I hit it baby, it wasn't me Your girl wants to do it to me She wants to give it to me She will not stop until I let her come and do it to me... Sole Index Pain[Intro] Yeah, feel my pain Filled with pain It's a struggle everyday Did I walk in the right door? I don't know Yeah I never back down, I do what it takes me Things gettin' shaky, can't let it break me A lot love us, some hate me Some friends snake me Sometimes the shit just make me Wanna grab the tote and lose it It ain't just tracks and raps It's a whole other side to music Things you can't see on MTV, but it's here Lord, what's happened to me? I'm really out there Was this the right door to walk in? Lips movin', but ain't nobody talkin' I plead and I cry to the Heaven skies above to show me love Wish that I could backtrack and make it like it was, but I can't When the pain's in me I wish that it would let me be But where can I run and where do I turn When it's chasin' me? When the pain's in me I wish that it would let me be But where can I run and where do I turn When it's chasin' me? I got to deal with the what IS, fuck what IF's Got to put it down and make it right for my kids How many parties, how many bottles gotta pop? How many more gots to die? When this shit gon' stop? I feel it in my heart, but I plays my part It's a whole bigger picture so stay true to your art Until I'm hauled off in the car Swear it wasn't this dark when I got my start Internin', been chart burnin', kept learnin' Kept earnin', and the wheels kept turnin' But after all the hit songs and the fame is gone Your money right, but everything else done gone wrong You're lonely, a lot of bitches is phony Wanna know me just to tell niggas we homies Whole time bitch schemin' on my Rolley It's hard to watch everyone you with When you rich, niggas with you try to get you Plenty wanna hit you, I learned it now It was no way out, now it's no turnin' around Niggas that was with me, I praise 'em now A toast to the Red Zone, raise 'em now When the pain's in me I wish that it would let me be But where can I run and where do I turn When it's chasin' me? When the pain's in me I wish that it would let me be But where can I run and where do I turn When it's chasin' me? Silence, all eyes on me But I can see through 'em like I knew 'em, so I walk to 'em Extend my hand, try to talk to 'em Stand while others ran and try to understand Two sides of a story, let me tell my side of it It's evident, it's there, I can't hide from it How much for the soul in the window? Most wanna be rich and famous It's dangerous, you'll find out in a minute though I love the close ones, sometimes feel like I got no one Those that was there, I know I owe 'em Backstabbers, I brush 'em off In a room with straight faces, can't trust 'em all Rush and fall, pause, let nature take it's course Stand firm cuz I serve a higher force And I can scream 'til I'm hoarse, hear me Lord See I'm ? like 3 dice, riskin' it all in street life At the fork in the road, I made a hard right I put the work in, then escaped the hard life I put it down 'til it's time to lay me down Wanna be free, but a lot of shit weighs me down The light's dimmin', who gon' save me now? It's all good, but it ain't gravy now We gots to do it for the babies now And bring 'em up to correct all the wrong we've done And don't let 'em sing the same song we sung Like, killin' each other off one by one And turn 'em from slangin' the drugs, into some'in You can make it out the ghetto in more ways than one But for now I'mma pray for better days to come When the pain's in me I wish that it would let me be But where can I run and where do I turn When it's chasin' me? When the pain's in me I wish that it would let me be But where can I run and where do I turn When it's chasin' me? Sole Index 4 The Love Of YouYeah, at one point, I thought I couldn't live without you But now, I don't how the fuck I lived with you But I just take that shit as a lesson learned That what goes around, comes around And yours is comin' muthafucka, believe that [Sole'] Nightmares of love gone wrong Got me writin' this song Played it out, back in my mind and heart you used to belong Rewind it back, thought it was nice when 2 became 1 Bet you never thought Sole' would turn and leave you with none Woulda thought I gave you life, had me bent like a comma Love turned to hate for fillin' my life with bullshit and drama Played games, told me lies, steady pullin' these strings And put me up in fly ass cribs and had my flossin' them things While you was runnin' wild, had me busy shoppin' and shit Hittin' the clubs with my girls, wasn't no stoppin' a bitch Throwin' bills like I'm Mickey, I was spendin' it fast Sure money nice but sure as hell don't make relationships last Gave my all, did it all, tryin' to make sure it worked While you ran the streets and even had me doin' your dirt Dumb tricks and dumb skits I was pullin' for you A dumb bitch and dumb shit I went through For the love of you [Tamar] And you know I didn't wanna live without you babe Never thought I would throw your love away Now I'm gone and you're lonely, it's a shame But I did it for the love of you, babe And you know I didn't wanna live without you babe Never thought I would throw your love away Now I'm gone and you're lonely, it's a shame But I did it for the love of you, babe [Sole'] Woulda gave my life to save yours, nigga Push came to shove A bullet with your name I'd change to mine And nigga, that's love Prayers that you'd be spared from wickedness that lived in the streets And when them niggas you was beefin' wit start bringin' da heat I got involved in dumb shit that didn't involve me at all Had bitches scratchin' up my car and then you havin' the gall To say it wasn't your fault and that you wasn't to blame Thought you would come home after drama, have me screamin' your name Young and dumb, I took you back pretendin' I couldn't see You havin' babies on the side while you still fuckin' wit me Things was never right, forever fight that's what we would do Then I saw the light my game was tight from runnin' wit you You had me stressed out and thinkin' that its time that I quit So I wouldn't leave, had me believe I wasn't worth shit It's crazy, yo it amaze me, these afairs of the heart I look back and realize it wasn't love from the start [Tamar] And you know I didn't wanna live without you babe Never thought I would throw your love away Now I'm gone and you're lonely, it's a shame But I did it for the love of you, babe And you know I didn't wanna live without you babe Never thought I would throw your love away Now I'm gone and you're lonely, it's a shame But I did it for the love of you, babe [Tamar] And you know I didn't wanna live without you babe Never thought I would throw your love away Now I'm gone and you're lonely, it's a shame But I did it for the love of you, babe And you know I didn't wanna live without you babe Never thought I would throw your love away Now I'm gone and you're lonely, it's a shame But I did it for the love of you, babe [Sole'] How things can change, one day infatuated, washin' your drawls Another day, it's screams and fightin' dishes breakin' on walls Walk in relationship, I'm sane thinkin' that you were too A year later, I'm fuckin' crazy, throwin' glasses at you And scratchin' up yo car, I take it far, I'm cuttin' yo tires Don't understand it, why my heart is steady playin' wit fire I turned psychotic, you got it, in this sick relationship I'm tryin' to run you off the road, you and that broke-down bitch I'm too fly for that shit, I'm lookin' back in disgust The nights I cried, the times you lied all blown away with a gust Things I did for your love, they was never returned Gave all the jewelry to my moms and then your pictures I burned You can't turn no little boy into no grown ass man So change yo game and get it tight, if that's your previous plan Boots is made for walkin', finally learned what life was about Pulled it together, grabbed my Gucci boots and stepped the fuck out [Tamar] And you know I didn't wanna live without you babe Never thought I would throw your love away Now I'm gone and you're lonely, it's a shame But I did it for the love of you, babe And you know I didn't wanna live without you babe Never thought I would throw your love away Now I'm gone and you're lonely, it's a shame But I did it for the love of you, babe... Sole Index Our World[Sole'] Yo yo, yo I come cook and cut 5'6" and buff Not an ounce of fat Have you fiendin' like smack Love to hit it from the back Knew you way before I tips that First friends, then lovers, undercovers, I plush flats You copped the bezels that match That ice your Rolley to the max Understand for you, I'll be the man, let alone the bitch Let me catch you out cheatin', I'mma cut off your dick Yo, nigga, I'm serious [Lo...] Baby, you sick, this your shit And I'mma label you mine Plus you a dime, always shine Be involved with my crime We had to grind, never understand it's woman and man We're from the land to the escalades (nigga get paid!) Lemonade, Tangaray, never change your ways Cuz you a dame, keep me sane like a walk in the rain Taught to the game from my perspective Had you checkin' for snakes With a mutual agreement that we in it for cake [Lo...] This is our world so I'mma ride for you Would you ride for me? Would you die for me? [Sole'] This is our world Lo, I'mma ride for you Would you ride for me? Would you die for me? [Lo...] This is our world so I'mma ride for you Would you ride for me? Would you die for me? [Sole'] This is our world Lo, I'mma ride for you Would you ride for me? Would you die for me? [Sole'] Yeah, I got your back to the end Boy, over backwards, I bent Any argument, we commend When I needed money, you lent I'll be your lover and friend You did your dirt then I grew it I stayed there helpin' you through it I fucked up too and you knew it Many times I thought that you blew it But then you'd always make it right with me No fight with me, forever kept it tight with me Sometimes you ditched the fellas Just to come and ride with me Then stripped me down, licked me up, every night with me You never made me feel I owed you for the deeds that you done Re-payed you with my loyalty, promised to give you a son Can't nothin' come between us ever boy You know you the one And love I give you everyday, you know it's second to none So come and get paid with me, runaway with me Anytime you need it, come and lay with me Every day with me, nigga stay with me Anytime you want it, have your way with me I'm yours [Lo...] This is our world so I'mma ride for you Would you ride for me? Would you die for me? [Sole'] This is our world Lo, I'mma ride for you Would you ride for me? Would you die for me? [Lo...] This is our world so I'mma ride for you Would you ride for me? Would you die for me? [Sole'] This is our world Lo, I'mma ride for you Would you ride for me? Would you die for me? [Lo...] For you I'll stack these chips Keep every gat on spit Give you the ring, nice things Without the marraige and shit You blow the bitch, I blow her man Never expose our plans Holdin' hands, rockin' Timberlands Your feminist stance Got me trance baby Donna chick, don't fuck with Old Navy You couldn't pay me to find another lady, load the 380 These hoes is crazy Fuck a daisy when I got me a rose Chalked up, stock broke, still rock our own shows Phenominal, me and you Give you the keys to the coupe Bubble baths, rub that ass You'll be squeezin' me too No need for you to stress out, this nigga holdin' his form Love my son, I love your daughters Q, Cypress, De'jan Your man at arms, born the same day, Lo with Sole' Red zone, we held it down ? for this hot day Here to stay 'til we lay 6 feet in graves Whoever blow first, hold a torch And speak in our name [Lo...] This is our world so I'mma ride for you Would you ride for me? Would you die for me? [Sole'] This is our world Lo, I'mma ride for you Would you ride for me? Would you die for me? [Lo...] This is our world so I'mma ride for you Would you ride for me? Would you die for me? [Sole'] This is our world Lo, I'mma ride for you Would you ride for me? Would you die for me? Sole Index Accurate MathGo bananas if you lickin my split with the lavender six Sexier than calendar chicks my voice is orgasm to mix Have my money accurate I don't want my cats to flip they clap and shit Real nails, no tips, lips you love to kiss And for Amereda sour get my thugs to crisp Front row cheering the Knicks illegal pit Stack my arithmetic, ridiculous I like hard and stiff can you handle it? Sole' burn tracks like candle wit Independent woman so you don't have to trip Baby we can go dutch half pay for it [Kandi Burruss] We can do anything that you wanna do Go any place that you wanna go I ain't no money hungry hoe Sole' don't need ya dough no no We can do anything that you wanna do Go any place that you wanna go I ain't no money hungry hoe Sole' don't need ya dough no no [Sole'] Yo we number one for months You tryin to catch up like hunch Yo we up front and personal I heard ya label jerkin you Feel like hurtin who Lord have mercy on you Only female out the crew 5'6" and petite rockin baby blue and the navy two times two With twenties on it, get up on it You want it but they ain't no how Bitch brigade, I'm fittin' Cal Have you hoes feel trapped when faced with hot tracks I take my hails off, you takin dirt naps, I heard that Make you work pass ATL home of the lats Bringing real Hip Hop back now who can top that Need to stop that we top cats where my niggas at [Kandi Burruss] We can do anything that you wanna do Go any place that you wanna go I ain't no money hungry hoe Sole' don't need ya dough no no We can do anything that you wanna do Go any place that you wanna go I ain't no money hungry hoe Sole' don't need ya dough no no [Sole'] You don't really wanna face me I had to smack a bitch in the dressing room of Macy's You don't wanna make me put my hands up Get yo man what? You know we buck misery, pull the truck up He ran like a duck, now it's me and you boo And you shit out of luck Open up and meet these nuts Now you lumped up for what Talkin out ya lip now the next thing you kiss is peroxide Miss Rappin ain't yo style you need to switch Read your top ten list Sole' on top of this What what yo yo and you know that I'm the soloist I'm rollin dice make 'em clap to this [Kandi Burruss] We can do anything that you wanna do Go any place that you wanna go I ain't no money hungry hoe Sole' don't need ya dough no no We can do anything that you wanna do Go any place that you wanna go I ain't no money hungry hoe Sole' don't need ya dough no no [Kandi Burruss] We can do anything that you wanna do Go any place that you wanna go I ain't no money hungry hoe Sole' don't need ya dough no no We can do anything that you wanna do Go any place that you wanna go I ain't no money hungry hoe Sole' don't need ya dough no no Make 'em clap to this Make 'em, make 'em, make 'em clap to this Make 'em clap to this Make 'em, make 'em, make 'em clap to this Make 'em clap to this Make 'em, make 'em, make 'em clap to this... Sole Index Get Up In ItYeah Yeah Sole' Bitch Brigade comin Throw 'em up throw 'em up now Wanna Iy yi yi tonight See me make a nigga mine mine mine tonight See ya check ya nigga, why why why tonight Make a nigga dump a hoe for this Roll with this Get up in it Wanna Iy yi yi tonight See me make a nigga mine mine mine tonight See ya check ya nigga, why why why tonight Make a nigga dump a hoe for this Roll with this Get up in it The shower when the phone rings lookin for me Now that figures Then the door bell, who could it be? It's my niggas Wanna get up in my closet and floss it Make a move never used but i'm grabbin and tossin Comin too, still new, but I'm lookin fo shoes To rock wit it Get the tightest jeans, Gucci the theme Lock wit it Little panties but I'm ditchin the bra No back in it Got the tightest strings know what I mean No slack in it Yell for KC, see if she ready Let's ride Hear my other girls pull in the drive Outside Last brace, see the angel will last All night Check the locks, blow this nigga a kiss From last night Get my keys and I'm droppin the top S K Blowin in the wind, wavin or not Parlay With the range and the six in the rear It's all woman, we stunnin Niggas runnin, my Bitch Brigade comin Wanna Iy yi yi tonight See me make a nigga mine mine mine tonight See ya check ya nigga, why why why tonight Make a nigga dump a hoe for this Roll with this Get up in it Wanna Iy yi yi tonight See me make a nigga mine mine mine tonight See ya check ya nigga, why why why tonight Make a nigga dump a hoe for this Roll with this Get up in it Roll with nothin but the finest of bitches In my crew Havin niggas throw the finest of riches At my crew Hit the club, ain't no standin in line Stroll through Have to shut it down so the Brigade Can roll through Sayin nothin and these niggas is sweatin Come wit it Know they want the ass, Watchin 'em bettin On who get it It's a no go, if you no dough Fo-get it Don't like, you can roll the fuck out Or roll wit it 'Bout 5 of the finest you seen In yo life Make you question why the ho that you wit Is yo wife At the bar, niggas spillin they drinks On they slacks Comin through, we just stoppin they women In they tracks Entourage, lookin like we a page In Playboy Hear me flow sick, knowin that I'mma stay, boy It's Sole', what I'm sayin for us Ya pay, boy Pocahontas and my Indian bitches Don't play, boy Wanna Iy yi yi tonight See me make a nigga mine mine mine tonight See ya check ya nigga, why why why tonight Make a nigga dump a hoe for this Roll with this Get up in it Wanna Iy yi yi tonight See me make a nigga mine mine mine tonight See ya check ya nigga, why why why tonight Make a nigga dump a hoe for this Roll with this Get up in it Pack it up, now we leavin the club Let's ride Screamin niggas follow closely behind Outside Time to go, leave 'em wonderin why Dreams die Thought you come wit me, heard it from who? Damn lie Got to take it home, workin tomorrow Laced track Puttin it down, me and Santa forever Blazed that Hit the door, and my nigga is waitin I'm wit that Put it on him like a champ And ya never forget that Wanna Iy yi yi tonight See me make a nigga mine mine mine tonight See ya check ya nigga, why why why tonight Make a nigga dump a hoe for this Roll with this Get up in it Wanna Iy yi yi tonight See me make a nigga mine mine mine tonight See ya check ya nigga, why why why tonight Make a nigga dump a hoe for this Roll with this Get up in it... Sole Index Who DatJack jack.. YEAH! Put em up! Put em up! Yo yo.. JT Money! Throw em up! Throw em up! JT Money! Aiy-ya-ya-ya-ya Aiy-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya Who dat who dat who dat who dat who dat who dat who Who dat who dat who dat tryin to get up in my crew Yo who dat off-brand nigga tryin to hang wit the clique Flossin like you came wit the clique But would you bang with the clique if it was thick or do you just ride dick? Cause playa, I don't know you, nigga tell me who you wit! If you hang wit the Squad, you bound to get scarred Sucker boys run they mouth, real niggaz run the yard Round here we blow trees, don't fuck with OB's You dick-ride niggaz might be the police; aaaah-iight? Aiy-ya-ya-ya-ya Aiy-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya Who dat who dat who dat who dat who dat who dat who Who dat who dat who dat tryin to get up in my crew Aiy-ya-ya-ya-ya Aiy-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya Who dat who dat who dat who dat who dat who dat who Who dat who dat who dat tryin to get up in my crew Uhh, me and my girls rollin deep, represent the Sole Bunch of fly-ass bitches, when we ride it's on See them niggaz all pause, droppin digital phones Askin me, where you from, cause they wantin to clone, niggaz.. Them lines, they spit, they want, my shit But game, be whack, I turn, my back Then hear that you're lickin, stickin it Tell all your friends that you're dickin it Swingin on them ?? Hi-Fi shit nigga, get sick with this, say Who dey? (Aiy-ya-ya) Who dat? No chance, blew dat When you said that you wrote this Have Red Zone niggaz on blow for this bitch Don't you deny it nigga, don't even try it nigga You makin claims that you laid wit the fly nigga Don't know, your name, it still, remains That you, would say, you fucked, So-le` Everytime they turn a back, burn tracks Niggaz wanna say they've earned stacks Dick be jack, picture that Say my name I'm the one, who the fuck is dat? Why? Aiy-ya-ya-ya-ya Aiy-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya Who dat who dat who dat who dat who dat who dat who Who dat who dat who dat tryin to get up in my crew Aiy-ya-ya-ya-ya Aiy-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya Who dat who dat who dat who dat who dat who dat who Who dat who dat who dat tryin to get up in my crew I been said a legendary up in this motherfucker Veteran in this game, and still bringin ruckus Never had no time for tricks or no bustaz I only fuck wit dat real I got no love for suckers All these tiny-ass niggaz be wanna wear my shoes Ain't got the slightest of clues or either paid your dues Then these hoes goin crazy, bout J baby! The way you show me your love, is by the way you pay me The game room been closed, so stay up out of mine Just know I keep niggaz up and krunk, like battle lines Motherfuckers be all up in a nigga biz Tryin to question my shit just like a pop quiz Nigga what this is? Aaaa-ight? Aiy-ya-ya-ya-ya Aiy-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya Who dat who dat who dat who dat who dat who dat who Who dat who dat who dat tryin to get up in my crew Aiy-ya-ya-ya-ya Aiy-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya Who dat who dat who dat who dat who dat who dat who Who dat who dat who dat tryin to get up in my crew Aiy-ya-ya-ya-ya Aiy-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya Who dat who dat who dat who dat who dat who dat who Who dat who dat who dat tryin to get up in my crew Aiy-ya-ya-ya-ya Aiy-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya Who dat who dat who dat who dat who dat who dat who Who dat who dat who dat tryin to get up in my crew Who dat who dat who dat who dat who dat who dat who Who dat who dat who dat who dat who dat who dat who Who dat who dat who dat who dat who dat who dat who (Who dat? Who dat? Who dat? HUH?) Who dat who dat who dat tryin to get up in my crew (Who dat? Tryin to get up in my crew!) Yeah! Sole Index Never Thought I[Intro] Yeah, heh You know it's funny The more things change, the more they stay the same I'm sittin', watchin' these things around me People doubting me, people questioning me But everything's falling into place Yeah, everything in time, feel me? Never thought I'd be this fly, what Never thought I'd be this tight, what Never thought I'd have my time, what Never thought you'd hear me rap, what Everybody wanna a piece of my cut That record deal got sour It's a trip how people change in this game But it's still the same Never thought I'd be this fly, what Never thought I'd be this tight, what Never thought I'd have my time, what Never thought you'd hear me rap, what Everybody wanna a piece of my cut That record deal got sour It's a trip how people change in this game But it's still the same Never caught behind, twist-ups of the mind Why I can't bring that body ? Flipped it last time, press rewind Script it, that time, got ya mind Boys wasn't wit it, had to recline Laid back, fade back plenty of times Tommy Boy's filled with plenty of rhymes Back there niggas never called me fine One of the guys that scouts the scene Roughed up, stuffed up, left the scene Y'all bitches wouldn't never believe That their niggas was checkin' for me Little girl, curls, that was me Little world, swirls, that was me Drama unfold, that was me Drama fun, girls that was me Scrawny little thing, as a child Men would chuck, runnin' wild Me called names? Not allowed Gotta be something that was vile Wide eyed, cried, takin' 'em blowin' Start ridin', cried, ?? Flip that, start lookin' for shows Spit that, time I have to go On the car 'round the block, runnin' with boys Only girl got Slick McCoy Had a little crush, name was Troy Got a little rush, loved the joy Bent adolescent tryin' to get down ? to wearin' a frown Steady comin' up, wonderin' how Never been as fly, so look at me now Never thought I'd be this fly, what Never thought I'd be this tight, what Never thought I'd have my time, what Never thought you'd hear me rap, what Everybody wanna a piece of my cut That record deal got sour It's a trip how people change in this game But it's still the same Never thought I'd be this fly, what Never thought I'd be this tight, what Never thought I'd have my time, what Never thought you'd hear me rap, what Everybody wanna a piece of my cut That record deal got sour It's a trip how people change in this game But it's still the same Started growin' up, started to bloom Same damn thing, chased out the storm E-lay C-lay caught at noon Write more, fight more, stay in my room Gettin' with the wrong guy, never again Get it from the wrong guy, never a friend Try to go straight, world tryin' to end No such thing, cuz I'm tryin' to mend Niggas try to see me, never before Bitches wanna be me, never before Niggas that would dis me, tryin' to score Bitches now jealous of me whore Heard they relay many of lines Got played, got laid many times Crushed inhibition, lookin' for signs Love didn't live here, it was blind Never thought I'd be this fly, what Never thought I'd be this tight, what Never thought I'd have my time, what Never thought you'd hear me rap, what Everybody wanna a piece of my cut That record deal got sour It's a trip how people change in this game But it's still the same Never thought I'd be this fly, what Never thought I'd be this tight, what Never thought I'd have my time, what Never thought you'd hear me rap, what Everybody wanna a piece of my cut That record deal got sour It's a trip how people change in this game But it's still the same "Who's she?" Everybody askin' me "Who's she?" Everybody ask to see Who? Me? Everybody tryin' to be Game ain't never been a thing to me Was broke, now tote plenty of G's Got mad, get with L-O-V Me be mellow and sweet ???? Came up, has lots of luck Came up, heads like destruct Write more, don't get stuck Write more, then make a buck Bitch can't be heard, ?or a thing? Been that shit, heard runnin' schemes Now I'm the hottest thing on the scene Straight line, got mine, know what I mean? Keep it on top, not a raid Hope it don't fly, masquerade.. Myself from them days of play Stories like this that I relate Hopin' that, don't start to slip Hopin' that, can keep a grip Write rhymes that I can flip Mothafuckin' business, it's a trip Learned that life ain't a game Passed up, passed by, it's a shame Never let ya life go insane Time go by, it's chain Look up, look by, it remains Still be sittin' there, still complain Gold digger's dream ?? Look up at the sky, say my name Never thought I'd be this fly, what Never thought I'd be this tight, what Never thought I'd have my time, what Never thought you'd hear me rap, what Everybody wanna a piece of my cut That record deal got sour It's a trip how people change in this game But it's still the same Never thought I'd be this fly, what Never thought I'd be this tight, what Never thought I'd have my time, what Never thought you'd hear me rap, what Everybody wanna a piece of my cut That record deal got sour It's a trip how people change in this game But it's still the same Sole Index |
