Текст песни Jimmy Choo - Album Version (Edited) - Ashanti , Shyne
Eah
Shyne,
gang
land,
murder
inc.
Haha
Alright,
turn
the
beat
up
I
see
you,
ok!
I
see
you
ma,
in
your
thoughsand
doller
weave
Master
P′s
diamond
face
on
ya
sleeve
Def
Island,
waist
petite
Alright,
jimmy
shoo
shoes
on
ya
feet?
Shoot,
right!
Slide
inside
the
spider
I
know
you
tired
of
guys
who
try
to
lie
To
slide
inside
you
Forget
about
that,
lets
go!
Forget
about
rap,
I'm
Po
I
mean
really,
I
been
gettin
money
Since
niggas
is
rappin
for
me
Its
fast
as
shit
′Cause
you
don't
look
like,
you
got
your
head
right
I
just
hope
that
you
can
give
head
right
Breezin
through
Eggshell
headlights
New
York
is
mine,
relax
your
mind
Oooooooooooooooo
Can't
nobody
Do
them
things
we
do
And
can′t
nobody
Touch
me
like
you
do
Can′t
nobody
Love
me
like
you
do
And
can't
nobody
Be
like
me
and
you
This
is
Me!
I′m
mostly
respected
Ring
down
to
the
necklace
Some
hos
say
I'm
sexist
′Cause
all
I
wanna
do
is
stuff
coke
in
they
breastes
Sit
back,
lift
stakes,
count
money
In
the
zone,
roll
tha
doe
Like
this,
come
on
I
need
a
prada
chick
To
take
this
dick,
and
take
this
script
And
flick
this
shit,
base
this
shit
We
can
go
shopping
and
buy
some
things
Up
in
harry
winston
ma,
try
some
rings
How
you
feel
like
you
is
prince
di
So
much
cuts
on
your
wrist
They
could
draw
suiside
No
lie,
you
aint
heard?
Extensive
trips,
expensive
whips
You
aint
seen
nothing
like
this
Not
in
your
life
If
I
aint
that
nigga,
shit
you
fuckin
right
Can't
nobody
Do
them
things
we
do
And
can′t
nobody
Touch
me
like
you
do
Can't
nobody
Love
me
like
you
do
And
can't
nobody
Be
like
me
and
you
Who
gon′
cop
them
hos?
(Po)
Who
gon
rock
them
clothes?
(po)
Who
gon′
pop
them
fros?
(Po)
Well
I'm
glad
you
know
No
need
to
ask
who
holla′d
You
aint
nada,
me
alotta
Shyne
winton
gotta
See
you
niggas
in
hell
Now
lets
prevail,
feds
on
the
tel
Just
post
bail,
a
million
in
cash
Now
you
know
that
aint
rappin
pimpin
Please
believe
that
Body
smoked
like
we
was
jus
ganna
clap
em'
up
That
aint
enough?
Then
why
you
backin
up
Niggas
talkin
real
greesy
on
them
rap
records
Look
I′m
strip
you
naked,
take
ya
necklace
Give
it
to
my
soldiers
like
"hold
this"
Fuck
you
nigga
you
could
never
fool
this
But
anyway
back
to
business
Lets
play
One
cpw
come
through
I
like
girls
that
like
girls
That
like
girls
that
like
furrs
Ok
Can't
nobody
Do
them
things
we
do
And
can′t
nobody
Touch
me
like
you
do
Can't
nobody
Love
me
like
you
do
And
can't
nobody
Be
like
me
and
you
1 Buried Alive Intro - Album Version (Edited)
2 Buried Alive Intro
3 Quasi O.G. - Album Version (Edited)
4 Quasi O.G.
5 More Or Less - Album Version (Edited)
6 More Or Less
7 Behind The Walls (East Coast Gangsta Mix) - Album Version (Edited)
8 Behind The Walls (East Coast Gangsta Mix) - Album Version (Edited)
9 Shyne - Super Clean Version
10 Shyne
11 For The Record - Album Version (Edited)
12 For The Record
13 Martyr - Album Version (Edited)
14 Martyr
15 Jimmy Choo - Album Version (Edited)
16 Jimmy Choo
17 Godfather - Album Version (Edited)
18 Godfather
19 The Gang - Album Version (Edited)
20 The Gang - Album Version (Edited)
21 Edge - Album Version (Edited)
22 Edge
23 Here With Me - Album Version (Edited)
24 Here With Me
25 Diamonds and Mac 10's - Album Version (Edited)
26 Diamonds and Mac 10's
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