Have you ever wanted someone And you thought they didn't want you Have you ever, ever wanted someone And you thought they didn't want you You know what
Some people die for hate Some die for love Some die because They don't have a mate But all I want All I want is a little love All I've ever wanted, people
get down to business Well, let's get down to business, baby You been gone such a long time Hey, let's, let's, let's get down to business, baby Well, well, well
're choking me Oh, I ain't no pony, baby Can't you tell you're choking me Yeah, you just get off of my back, baby Can't you see you're hurting me Well
outta here Seems like the police is outside, man (Yo Ice, man, they got King Tee, Aladdin and Islam) What, the police, man? I knew somethin had happened I was wonderin why King
[Intro: T.I. (Nelly)] Say Mo (yeah bruh) You remember them broads on the strip out in Vegas? (Uh-huh, what about 'em?) Well I don't know if I told you
s gone with a snap, a sneer and a clap What happened to just spitting about living in the muthafucking city you at? In the grimiest condition, I breath in drama King
and ain't never gon' make a switch dude Z-Ro the Crooked, I'll be damned if I be a snitch fool [Chorus] [Verse 3: Bun B] It's Bun B I go back-a like
All star, baby) Young, quick, see (F U B U) Lately, all I see is DPG (QB, LBC niggas) When I turn the radio on, keep hearing me (All day, everyday) Living
me When they speak on hip-hop legends which is amaze me 'Cause I thought the formula was to hit mainstream And make it big b-b-big b-b-baby So maybe
gone with a snap, a sneer and a clap what happened to just spittin about living in the muthaf-cking city you at in the grimiest condition, I breath in drama King
how your micraphone sound (It sound tight) well aight, show em what it's about We got to blow up the spot, because they must have forget We double (trouble) bubble (bubble) bubble (bubblin hot) Well
of the oppressive Not free, we only licensed Not live, we just excitin Cause the captors.. own the masters.. to what we writin Not compassionate, only polite, we well
over nothing If I got to go, please let it be for something real Because this bullshit, hood shit Is getting niggas killed, on the real [Chorus] [Verse 2 - Bun B] Well
me? All you gotta do is Tweet meee! (Tweet meeeeee!) But don't you trick me, baby treat meee! [Verse 1: Bun B] Yeah, well this is dedicated to the opposite
[Verse 1 - Bun B] Well it's Bun B performin live, one night only (one night only) Come on through and kick it with your trill homie Showtime's midnight
duh answer, ain't no questions. I'm rich and dese junkies steady beggin' fo' a round. Well dis is duh sound of throwin' pennies on duh ground. (Verse 3 - Bun B
bag it up, you got a key Homie, that's the recipe, that's the recipe That's the recipe Well, it's chef boy a Bun B, the king of the kitchen I got exactly
