Well I remember staring up at your ceiling Remember thinking what a waste of time 'Cause I've forgotten why I bothered to call you And I've forgotten how when and why
' on your own dick, that's a crime Homeboy, why don't you talk about somethin' You just talkin' loud and sayin' nothin' And if you get mad, sorry brother And when
's real, leave it for the dollar bill Niggas'll holler, "Kill, kill", then start flexin' When the shit poppin' off in my direction Nigga got a 17-shot
hit me all the time my phone be ringing off the hook like) [Ciara and Mindless Direction] We just two love birds, that's why we always tweetin'! [Ciara] He hit
voice was felt, when my feet hit the ground, And fate is fair, when my heat made a sound, Now, how did I relate what's gonna fall when my niggas made
when they fuckin with Some some of these niggaz dont know, what they in fo when they fuckin with Some some of these niggaz dont know what they in fo when
it Kit Kat Hang the phone hit that drive it home When I say it's on then it's on When I take it home then you best be on, dance c'mon Body shakin you
we representing directions of flesh And feeling the heat the tension now dissin' we stressin' Life is a battle to the cattle you gonna die, just how that
2 me, do it 2 me There are no boundaries To what we'll do Now that I've laid the foundation You don't need my direction Just give me that affection You know how
where some died tryin to eat From Y.O. to Philly, from Harlem to Q.B And when it drops, game over, you'll see Introducin, Beanie Sigel, tell me how you
I never take it lightly It might be something you did to bring you down when you were high But that karma's a bitch, you steady asking God, why Like when
the truest lie I asked him why we follow the law of the bluest eye He looked at me, he thought about it Was like, "I'm clueless, why?" The question was
, screamin on the phone That aint how you keep a man, that's where you wrong I be on the plane, every other day, So you gotta feel me when Im around
cold war) This rhyme you digest through the RZA console Ask why I slam, non-diagram pole Raekwon dropped the bomb, Hunchback, Norte Dame Golden Arms is bronze, buddah palm hit
Bible never saved shit I guess that's why every Juvenile is in the same predicament You wanna slang crack, or hold tecs, and do the concept You can't make loot, when
revolution But still on the ave cruisin', not seeing we losin' Control your life and choose your direction With sex and foreplay use protection Control your life and choose your direction
keeping it on a hush she ridin' dick Ain't been satisfied much, she's been fakin' That's why she callin' me, guess what she's sayin' Just hit me up when
on the power tip A brother gotta pay no matter how it get Face the facts, base the crack Taste the stacks last and these suckers are back So when you
