I could, baby I would Take it Back Take it Back (Take it back) Anything that made you cry Baby girl if I could Take it Back Take it back Ill make
Jack, New Jack hustler Ne-Ne-New Jack hustler New Jack, New Jack, New Jack hustler Ne-Ne-New Jack hustler New Jack, New Jack, New Jack hustler Ne-Ne-
I don't normally do this, But ahh, let's get it. A millionaire I am young money, But, be clear my money so grown, It got grey hair, Though this Ne-Yo
re pillow talkin then you oughtta quit When the heat comes with the quickness, lookin for the witness man yo broad is it How you wanna spit it? I don't really get it
bl0win up my ph0ne when u aint h0me lay y0 bed lay y0 ph0ne pocket full 0f green black lac wit tha lapt0p screen yea i g0t it in my ride had 2 g0 2 china
ideal nickel solos it Little coders to pull again, wrote it quick and they quoted it Yo, when it exposed, the flow be hold it, 'cause when that motor
you ride with Ne-Yo, if he was in a Geo? Well why the hell you think these *** comin' at me fo'? But since they all fall in my palm, I take a trio, yo
Weed pum the version but then it's want to me want to no understand (BOW, BOW!) and when me come about it dance me understand lumpting (BOW, BOW!) it
A part of me with you [Royce Da 5'9"] It's like it's a, urban legend, his mistake Her confession; how 'bout it for a first impression How 'bout it,
cum my wit I'm cold do it independently do it independently do it independently (this is for the money) go independent go independent go independent Five nine is back
get paper before you see us fold Hip hop nigga The opposite of neo-soul The only thing sing is my pistol when I'm takin' Ne-Yo's soul You aspire to get
devils The abstracts, right and exact, knapsack's on the back Rip poetical flows upon the track My thoughts escape onto a tape, you'll play it back and
to worry/ Ne-Yo: (Don't worry about it) Wanna believe that your telling the truth/ Ne-Yo: (So don't doubt it) But if you are lying to me/ Chorus
of life So I eat you up like apple pie, I like your flow You're the star, this is your show Speed it up, take it slow, push it out, take it low That
so steady this for the block Big homie bout To get it mayn It's time to get it my nigga my villains spit it my nigga And if you feel it my nigga then
Eyeballs red wit a stare Put a nigga dead in the air Fuckin a family believe it I'll take it there Stuck in a wheelchair never gonna take another step
off that... Oooh [Tech N9ne] Baby girl, I wanna see with the top off Take the Vickie shit off You know it popped off her Now I know she ready to get it
hits, trip this im from the city where guns aint shit, hundreds think back ur hated fast but now i done it done it... TECH N9NE: (chorus) i will mistake