Over you Free to do What I wanna Do IM finally over this I loved you but you're a bitch IM final on my own I got two tattoos and a microphone IM finally over
you wanna see your picture in that paper? You know them haters... You hear that 808 The drum... that's my heartbeat I'm going numb I said Rihanna, I'
Bone Thugs Who be the niggas that be sneakin' the pistol up in the party? Drink that 1-5-1 Bacardi? Drunk and finna fuck up somebody? (Bone Thugs) Keepin
yeah [Verse 1 - Layzie Bone] See, all I know was get out and get it I stay on the grind all night a??til my feet go numb Blowina?? moa?? weed than Cheech
was talkin shit at the club dawg, watch out... [Verse 1-Layzie Bone] When I am yeah Im' grindin baby gettin down with the best of them, You thought
end of the number in my bank account, Nigga aintcha, mad at me I'm so happy to see, That you stopped yo life to watch mine, Yeah you see it fool, Snoops
and 1 4 and 3 and 2 and 1 4 and 3 and 2 and 1 'Cause you know I'm number one Girl, you know I'm number one Baby, you know I'm number one That's right
Now you wondering "wait" And I aint trying to hear what you wanting to say It feels good to be over you, babe So play this shit while you contemplate
jet life where havnt we been.......and you can tell...from bitches tryna... boy im still..... and you could tell.... spitta in em spitta in em spitta in em yeeeeeuh Verse 1
s getting? brick and you starting to feel the breeze And the temperature's going down, best to get you some sleeves And you best to get you some G's, 'fore you
paperwork was in ruins Nigga kept all the receipts so we couldn't file taxes The next thing you know, IRS hitting us with axes Pimp you owe seven figures, Bun you
go Man this girl must be a pimp the way I'm ready to hoe I'm going to take you out to dinner girl around the globe Freak you in the kitchen girl somewhere
model is a supply and demand any will You went out of line with the wrong man then get killed When you damned if you will, damned if you won't A lot of
'm from it's cold and n-ggas get at you like handkerchiefs God bless you unless you was disrespectful Bitches dissappoint you but money won't ever stress you
a hoe there's a hater (Fuck them niggaz!) Well there's some hoes over there, and I concentrate on the haters later (what?) Give these bitches numbers
all away) (Superstars), But they know I blow 'em all away, Hey [Verse 1] The gig is over, The gig is over (Bitty bye-bye) The gig is over, The gig is over
'm the one You can't get nothin' over on me, baby Doin' too much, too much, way too much, too much You doin' too much, I'm the one I see you over there
