(feat. Drake) [Verse 1] Another red eye at the airport Stay so high I'm a frequent flyer I'll be shuttin off my phone so I can't call Unless you look
I've tried everything to find you And you finally came to me I knew that is starts with a lie Cause just like the air I need it you to be [Chorus:]
What was I doing when I crossed the line I'm trying to think of ways to make you change your mind, To make you smile again. You're on my play every night
Intro: uh huh its another (one) i-am-the (one) darkchild mary (one) Verse One: them other girls that you done been with none of them
scared of a nigga with this real game What happened to the groupies? Don't point your finger They're all backstage chasin' R and B singers At the other concert, on the other
[Royce talking] yo, yo, this is a J-dogg exclusive D-12, worst fucking rap group ever (You ready?) Royce Da 5'9" would like to apologize to the family
a.k.a. [BT/Tariq Trotter] Well um, Black Thought from The Roots y'all [?uestion/Ahmir Thompson] Mr. Simmons, a.k.a. [AJ/Joseph Simmons] A.J. Shine, The
Overweight Lover MC, Heavy D This one goes out to my man DJ Eddie F Trouble T-Roy my partner G-Wiz This also goes out to my money earnin' Mount Vernon crew J
her on the phone A thousand bucks on Tyson It's fight day and man am I hyped Woah I can't wait to see Mike Boy I'm hyped ready to be my thing Trump castle
(feat hype d - , snoop dogg and j kwon) [J-Kwon on Chorus] Yous a youngn nigga you aint ready fo tha game yous a youngn nigga you aint ready fo tha
Stop the bus, violent j comes out Barrels to your chest And blow your lungs out Motherfuck a fucking hick I'll kick you in the mouth, swell your fucking
Stop the bus, violent J comes out, barrels to your chest And blow your lungs out, motherfuck a fucking hick I'll kick you in the mouth, swell your fucking
give me matches for the flames because it's time to pow-wow All the suckers run for cover all the others discover One two little three little indian
After all that hard work (Kid Capri) Clap your hands to the beat, C'mon, just clap your hands to the beat Freak it now (LL Cool J) One of the biggest
Hell naw! There's a demon inside'a me can I kill it? Hell naw! Can I kill it? Hell naw! Can I kill it? Hell naw! [Juicy J:] This fish food powder will make you hype
America You know you guys rhymin little gay for commercial Deep in the industry, the anal crevices Y'all date men, your bodyguards too busy datin trends The kid on the mic, your hype man goes the other
knee up In the game, put up and shut up, i hit your head up or go bang Birdgang and the Birdman J, Lil Wayne Here to hang, other words here to stay
mic I made the whole crowd clap Tec-9 was in the back with boo-koo bitches on his lap Bigge de bouncin' through the pot hos was on my j I'm givin' eye
