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(feat. Wordz) Play it safe, I'll arrange your wake My papermate will have my lable-maced album released a later date Police patrol the city 'til I'm as old as 50 Hat back, clothes won't fit me, causin fire, old won't frisk me My hands are ammunition bailin cons or banned in prison I'm who you wanna be blowin out your candles wishin [HOOK 2: both] ["the beat scratched in"] Makin it, makin it blend YO... makin it blend [x3] Makin it, makin it blend Make, makin it blend [Wordsworth] Yo, I like a woman wit a bangin body, the face and frame of Halle Attitude - angry, snotty, speaks slang and cocky Time to hangin gotta bring a posse Through rainy days she got me, like Whitney stay wit Bobby [Q-Tip] Yo, your cake is in the kitchen, you wish for preminision It's turned around by my firm thoughts of demolition Letras de cancionesIt's time to numb your run and dim your vision It's time to give up the hopes and dreams that made your aquesition [Wordsworth] Ain't gotta drop top dag clothes and roll the 60s But after shows, ladies drop tops and show their titties Of course the globe can't oppose, it's risky Or even go against me, I'm WORDS, so everytime that you flow you spit me [Q-Tip] We in the asphault, you cause your last fall Insult to injury is where we curse the salt Douse the open wound to the tomb Its time to sit back and watch professionals in full bloom [HOOK 1] [more scratchin til fade out...] From Letras Mania