take ya home, papi let me take ya home" And I said "Mami you can take me home if you let the whole crew get on" (bitch) Let me take you home She wanna
take ya home Papi, let me take ya home" And I said, "Mami, you can take me home If you let the whole crew get on", bitch Let me take you home She wanna
death, leakin' body heat, decimals less My shotie completes the measure of death, I'm hittin' your chest I'm only 1100 double threat, beware of the rest Terror Squad
get their mase on You hot 16 I'm a very great song (Yeah!) Been beating on the DJ before the Ma$e song (yeah!) You play Clake Kent you better have
, they love they pops Yo pun, pick me up, come to queens with us You know you came up, what what makin it happen from rappin on the corner and now you
wind like the John Wu flix Now, take the spirit, crash more clearer The spreadin' of body, covers the man in the mirror Kick down the door, unlease the Terror
that bitch and that rat will be that cool cat With swollen pockets we gonna take you back home Master Allah rule Savior, never clone Yo, I use the mic to slap you
you can blow yo candles out. whoodihoop that's how we lean down south lil one we can take it to the house you got game? we can take it to the hoop the
em wanna get their mase on You hot 16 I'm a very great song (Yeah) Been beating on the DJ before the Mase song (Yeah) You play Clake Kent you better have
'em, make you feel the pressure Catch you at a club, smack you up, steal ya leather You niggaz soften me, beat you out of the mix Tough talk, tough walk, but you
stick you quicker than A 'spic will strip a car My repertoire holds a four star Performance with all women Hittin' more skins than Alec Baldwin You're fallin' in love and you
of 'dro be-atch Fat Joe, R. Kelly we pop up Yeah, Terror Squad, Rockland what the fuck what Fat Joe, R. Kelly we pop up Uh, uh, Rockland, Terror Squad
' ride for you, gon' ride for you Yeah, we gon' ride for you, we gon' ride for you Yeah, we gon' ride for you, motherfuckin' gon' ride for you Ha, yeah
, uh, I bet you thought I left you hangin' Yeah yeah, yeah, I bet you thought I left you hangin' Terror Squad again, long overdue baby I I I bet you thought
you sleep with that deep When I pap that chrome It'll be gone, what you're fuckin' with? The ever-rollin' Bone to the dome, you done Flesh-n-Bone off
around here switching shit Telling people don't play that, you gotta play this Telling school you ain't saying that, you gotta say this You can't wear that, you
tackled Enemies spit at you, best friends kidnap you Trust no one (eh eh) got beef bust yo' gun You don't need no one (nope) talkin bout that you owe
