| C'mon ah what? ah, what? | |
| C'mon, ah, what? ah, what? | |
| C'mon, c'mon, ah, what? | |
| Ah, 1 life 2 live, what? | |
| Ah, what? | |
| [1 life] | |
| Live, huh? yeah | |
| Y'all cats ain't ready, i'm just too much | |
| When i was young, my mamma said i used to cuss too much | |
| If i ain't known you twenty years, i don't trust you much | |
| Roll with nuthin' but thugs and hustlers, yeah | |
| I don't care if they crackin' down | |
| I'mma drug graduate without the caps and gowns | |
| I used to have a thing for buying gats and pounds | |
| And i laugh in my rhymes cuz you cats is clowns | |
| [babe blue] | |
| Smash you down, patch you down | |
| We take yo guns and we blast yo' round | |
| Pass the crown to the new female king | |
| This is real dog, you nuthin' but a lee nail thing | |
| [1 life] | |
| Like the end of the world | |
| We put it all to a stop and | |
| Chicken heads and dimes, yeah, they all gon' flock | |
| And you go against us and you all gonna flop | |
| When we reign, you gon' need more than a mop | |
| [all] | |
| 1 - can't nobody do it like we do | |
| (what what what what what) | |
| Can't nobody do it like we do | |
| (what what what what) | |
| Can't nobody do it like we do | |
| (what what what what what) | |
| Can't nobody do it like y'all do | |
| (what what what what) | |
| When we spit, yo we never run outta rounds | |
| This is lifeball not football, you outta bounds | |
| Since some of you people's houses i be cruisin' around | |
| Slow it down cuz i think that i'm losing you now | |
| For those that's not lost, tell y'all hoe's to stop | |
| Cuz the union is in here, toast it up | |
| When they shoot you suppose to duck | |
| Look at them by the bar posing drunk | |
| (say what?) | |
| [babe blue] | |
| We don't care who we toast in here | |
| We get you for how much you gross this year | |
| You not a punk, you suppose to fear | |
| Better not come out until the coast is clear | |
| [1 life] | |
| Totin' beer, you hatin', sayin' how they get a deal that fast | |
| But even without this rap game i still have cash | |
| My mommy wears a money wiz, i'm trickin' buying vickey secret | |
| Just to cover her punani hair | |
| Repeat 1 | |
| [lil' man] | |
| Uh oh, you didn't think i was coming | |
| My people can't stand for the little man | |
| To rock without or with bad | |
| I can determine what chu gon' do | |
| Are ya gon' play it? are ya gon' move? | |
| The party ain't gon' start if ya don't dance | |
| I don't care if you leave, but you still be my man | |
| I don't get mad over silly pettyness | |
| I say to hell with it, say oh well with it | |
| Timbaland is known watch him make ya move ya feet | |
| Make dope beats, rhyming sound so unique | |
| His beats are like sean archer and caster troy | |
| Ya need the same identity to find how he soars | |
| He's the wicked man, the wicked just begun | |
| Call him timbaland the resurrection | |
| Clear-ese | |
| Don't try to hide from ya fear | |
| Clear-ese | |
| Don't ya hear the set got in ya ear? | |
| Clear-ese | |
| This is the love man you're talking to | |
| Clear-ese | |
| His beats are dope, i try to tell you | |
| Can't nobody see us in the nine eight | |
| Or the nine nine | |
| (freaky freaky) | |
| You're late | |
| (freaky) you're late | |
| (freaky) you're late | |
| (hey girls and guys) | |
| You're late | |
| Repeat 1 | |
| Repeat 1 | |
| Like y'all, the public | |
| Is y'all the public | |
| Ya do it so well | |
| This goes out to y'all | |
| Quiet storm, z-man | |
| 1 life 2 live | |
| Little man | |
| Wanna thank y'all | |
| For makin' us | |
| Who we are today |
| C' mon ah what? ah, what? | |
| C' mon, ah, what? ah, what? | |
| C' mon, c' mon, ah, what? | |
| Ah, 1 life 2 live, what? | |
| Ah, what? | |
| [1 life] | |
| Live, huh? yeah | |
| Y' all cats ain' t ready, i' m just too much | |
| When i was young, my mamma said i used to cuss too much | |
| If i ain' t known you twenty years, i don' t trust you much | |
| Roll with nuthin' but thugs and hustlers, yeah | |
| I don' t care if they crackin' down | |
| I' mma drug graduate without the caps and gowns | |
| I used to have a thing for buying gats and pounds | |
| And i laugh in my rhymes cuz you cats is clowns | |
| babe blue | |
| Smash you down, patch you down | |
| We take yo guns and we blast yo' round | |
| Pass the crown to the new female king | |
| This is real dog, you nuthin' but a lee nail thing | |
| [1 life] | |
| Like the end of the world | |
| We put it all to a stop and | |
| Chicken heads and dimes, yeah, they all gon' flock | |
| And you go against us and you all gonna flop | |
| When we reign, you gon' need more than a mop | |
| all | |
| 1 can' t nobody do it like we do | |
| what what what what what | |
| Can' t nobody do it like we do | |
| what what what what | |
| Can' t nobody do it like we do | |
| what what what what what | |
| Can' t nobody do it like y' all do | |
| what what what what | |
| When we spit, yo we never run outta rounds | |
| This is lifeball not football, you outta bounds | |
| Since some of you people' s houses i be cruisin' around | |
| Slow it down cuz i think that i' m losing you now | |
| For those that' s not lost, tell y' all hoe' s to stop | |
| Cuz the union is in here, toast it up | |
| When they shoot you suppose to duck | |
| Look at them by the bar posing drunk | |
| say what? | |
| babe blue | |
| We don' t care who we toast in here | |
| We get you for how much you gross this year | |
| You not a punk, you suppose to fear | |
| Better not come out until the coast is clear | |
| [1 life] | |
| Totin' beer, you hatin', sayin' how they get a deal that fast | |
| But even without this rap game i still have cash | |
| My mommy wears a money wiz, i' m trickin' buying vickey secret | |
| Just to cover her punani hair | |
| Repeat 1 | |
| lil' man | |
| Uh oh, you didn' t think i was coming | |
| My people can' t stand for the little man | |
| To rock without or with bad | |
| I can determine what chu gon' do | |
| Are ya gon' play it? are ya gon' move? | |
| The party ain' t gon' start if ya don' t dance | |
| I don' t care if you leave, but you still be my man | |
| I don' t get mad over silly pettyness | |
| I say to hell with it, say oh well with it | |
| Timbaland is known watch him make ya move ya feet | |
| Make dope beats, rhyming sound so unique | |
| His beats are like sean archer and caster troy | |
| Ya need the same identity to find how he soars | |
| He' s the wicked man, the wicked just begun | |
| Call him timbaland the resurrection | |
| Clearese | |
| Don' t try to hide from ya fear | |
| Clearese | |
| Don' t ya hear the set got in ya ear? | |
| Clearese | |
| This is the love man you' re talking to | |
| Clearese | |
| His beats are dope, i try to tell you | |
| Can' t nobody see us in the nine eight | |
| Or the nine nine | |
| freaky freaky | |
| You' re late | |
| freaky you' re late | |
| freaky you' re late | |
| hey girls and guys | |
| You' re late | |
| Repeat 1 | |
| Repeat 1 | |
| Like y' all, the public | |
| Is y' all the public | |
| Ya do it so well | |
| This goes out to y' all | |
| Quiet storm, zman | |
| 1 life 2 live | |
| Little man | |
| Wanna thank y' all | |
| For makin' us | |
| Who we are today |
| C' mon ah what? ah, what? | |
| C' mon, ah, what? ah, what? | |
| C' mon, c' mon, ah, what? | |
| Ah, 1 life 2 live, what? | |
| Ah, what? | |
| [1 life] | |
| Live, huh? yeah | |
| Y' all cats ain' t ready, i' m just too much | |
| When i was young, my mamma said i used to cuss too much | |
| If i ain' t known you twenty years, i don' t trust you much | |
| Roll with nuthin' but thugs and hustlers, yeah | |
| I don' t care if they crackin' down | |
| I' mma drug graduate without the caps and gowns | |
| I used to have a thing for buying gats and pounds | |
| And i laugh in my rhymes cuz you cats is clowns | |
| babe blue | |
| Smash you down, patch you down | |
| We take yo guns and we blast yo' round | |
| Pass the crown to the new female king | |
| This is real dog, you nuthin' but a lee nail thing | |
| [1 life] | |
| Like the end of the world | |
| We put it all to a stop and | |
| Chicken heads and dimes, yeah, they all gon' flock | |
| And you go against us and you all gonna flop | |
| When we reign, you gon' need more than a mop | |
| all | |
| 1 can' t nobody do it like we do | |
| what what what what what | |
| Can' t nobody do it like we do | |
| what what what what | |
| Can' t nobody do it like we do | |
| what what what what what | |
| Can' t nobody do it like y' all do | |
| what what what what | |
| When we spit, yo we never run outta rounds | |
| This is lifeball not football, you outta bounds | |
| Since some of you people' s houses i be cruisin' around | |
| Slow it down cuz i think that i' m losing you now | |
| For those that' s not lost, tell y' all hoe' s to stop | |
| Cuz the union is in here, toast it up | |
| When they shoot you suppose to duck | |
| Look at them by the bar posing drunk | |
| say what? | |
| babe blue | |
| We don' t care who we toast in here | |
| We get you for how much you gross this year | |
| You not a punk, you suppose to fear | |
| Better not come out until the coast is clear | |
| [1 life] | |
| Totin' beer, you hatin', sayin' how they get a deal that fast | |
| But even without this rap game i still have cash | |
| My mommy wears a money wiz, i' m trickin' buying vickey secret | |
| Just to cover her punani hair | |
| Repeat 1 | |
| lil' man | |
| Uh oh, you didn' t think i was coming | |
| My people can' t stand for the little man | |
| To rock without or with bad | |
| I can determine what chu gon' do | |
| Are ya gon' play it? are ya gon' move? | |
| The party ain' t gon' start if ya don' t dance | |
| I don' t care if you leave, but you still be my man | |
| I don' t get mad over silly pettyness | |
| I say to hell with it, say oh well with it | |
| Timbaland is known watch him make ya move ya feet | |
| Make dope beats, rhyming sound so unique | |
| His beats are like sean archer and caster troy | |
| Ya need the same identity to find how he soars | |
| He' s the wicked man, the wicked just begun | |
| Call him timbaland the resurrection | |
| Clearese | |
| Don' t try to hide from ya fear | |
| Clearese | |
| Don' t ya hear the set got in ya ear? | |
| Clearese | |
| This is the love man you' re talking to | |
| Clearese | |
| His beats are dope, i try to tell you | |
| Can' t nobody see us in the nine eight | |
| Or the nine nine | |
| freaky freaky | |
| You' re late | |
| freaky you' re late | |
| freaky you' re late | |
| hey girls and guys | |
| You' re late | |
| Repeat 1 | |
| Repeat 1 | |
| Like y' all, the public | |
| Is y' all the public | |
| Ya do it so well | |
| This goes out to y' all | |
| Quiet storm, zman | |
| 1 life 2 live | |
| Little man | |
| Wanna thank y' all | |
| For makin' us | |
| Who we are today |
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