But I gave everything I had Chorus: It's things I do for you In return do the same for me It's things I do for you In return do the same for me Always
next thing you know I was throwin' rubber bands Is you rollin'? Is you rollin'? Is you rollin'? Is you rollin'? Bitch I might be, bitch I might be Bitch I
some Andrew Jacksons Five twenties for a hundred dollar bill You know the math, let's make a deal On the one dollar bill if you look on the front You
you will say Front me 'cause you'll front yourself I'll leave you standing there mad as that You can rap your best that's what you do You just can't
, I was feelin' real good so the feelin' was right I came to the party for a different kinda action, The next thing I know I was doin' a Michael Jackson, I
I'm a Rock 'em Sock 'em robot kid, I drop bombs I'm rugged and deadly, so I shit on the petty I baseball bat a bastard, I'm bad news I'm crazy and clever
Shall I continue where I left off? I'm feelin' kinda lovely but my Tummy is growlin' so I'm feeling kinda hungry So I hit the kitchen and I'm wishin
Taking in sights he got wasted killed a kid that night Don't be a saver, but hate the way they do Just utilize the gifts god gave you I knew this girl
street cops Fuck yo' point is? My point is double fours at your fuckin' jaws Pointed, hollow point shit Four-point-six, need I say more? Or do you get
, fifty, he's the fakest that you've ever seen Curtis, Curtis Jackson, how come you can never been seen? Once I got you, I'm gonna get give you My, my
could response ten thousand times I ain't talkin' back to that nigga The one thing I will promise you If I want get you I'm gon' get you And that's it
you do that, I call it dope boy magic I'm fresh ta death everyday like I jumped up out a casket How you do that, I call it dope boy magic I'm numba one
Jay top thrillah nigga I'ma live nigga I'ma die nigga I'ma fly or I'ma gonna fry my nigga If I do, if I do ya'll go to the record store and buy
' You know I'm perplex, exotic on Ampex Dog style champ, hittin' booty for butt sex I can't disguise myself like Michael Jackson The flasher, are you
I left it before Set of keys and a dusty suitcase Car wheels on a gravel road There goes the screen door slamming shut You better do what you're told
quick for the official remix I'm no r's but I know of those under if you need bricks Dorothy meets webay, meets ebay follow me I can take you there in
drive but I keep the party live fo folks That say I remind them of the Jackson Five (Why) 'Cause I only make hits while y'all make record I?m the deli as I