I'm on that bullshit today I'm on that bullshit today Throw some money in your face Shoot your baby momma with a K These bitches getting lazy, sparing fuck niggas lately I'm on that bullshit today I'm on that bullshit today I'm on that bullshit today I'm on that bullshit today I'm on that bullshit today I'm on that bullshit today Pop my life you can have it, keep that lil bitch ain't flexing Stacking that money like palettes, I want blue cheese no salad Woah oh with the draco, baby I'm gone pop it, they hotter than a cheetoh Lifestyle of the perc aye, got these bitches doing percs aye She gone suck it go berserk aye, got these bitches screaming woah She gone suck it woah woah, These bitches two spend the night Hop on that dick and you know she riding I want your head, commit suicide Yeah Yeah, you cannot come to the Congo You cannot come to the jungle Gold like James Bondy, bitch I get money like Gandhi Ape, let's go harambe We shooting choppas on Sunday Long sticks out the Hyundai Glock 40 have you rocking Parking lot, no lacking These niggas mad cause we popping Like we're in school, they gone copy This shit that happened, can't stop it Fuck Santa Claus we too Naughty Bitch we some killers like Nazi's Build an empire like Taraji I'm on that bullshit today I'm on that bullshit today Throw some money in your face Shoot your baby momma with a K These bitches getting lazy, sparing fuck niggas lately I'm on that bullshit today I'm on that bullshit today I'm on that bullshit today I'm on that bullshit today I'm on that bullshit today I'm on that bullshit today These niggas swear they ain't scared Bitch I got one in the head, I might put one in your head Ain't no nigga getting spared, play crazy end up dead Nigga say he a dog, play Clifford end up red We got your bitch on the lingo, she love when I say believe it SANDAS hoe achieve it, take your clothes don't leave it Tryna spend the night bitch please These hoes getting month, these hoes getting uncomfortable, these hoes getting unbomfortable Kel-tec's where your head at, these niggas getting played out Simba we some big cats, and that Glock so reliable Do a nigga so horrible, these bullets recyclable Free smoke is available I know these niggas they hoes, these niggas tryna act though Anybody want smoke, let grim reaper fucking know Eeny, meeny, miny, moe, catch a sucka wipe his nose If he holla cut his throat, real mob ties fuck a rope I'm on that bullshit today I'm on that bullshit today Throw some money in your face Shoot your baby momma with a K These bitches getting lazy, sparing fuck niggas lately I'm on that bullshit today I'm on that bullshit today I'm on that bullshit today I'm on that bullshit today I'm on that bullshit today I'm on that bullshit today

Yeah-yeah, thank you, thank you (thank you, thank you) Yeah-yeah, thank you, thank you (thank you, thank you) Yeah-yeah (huh no applause, there's no applause) yeah-yeah Whatever (alright give me that beat y'all) get on that You know, uh-huh You know what time is it, you know, uh Yeah, you know (alright now) You know what, you know what is it You gotta get on up off of that Bullshit Stop fighting that feeling, uh You gotta get on up off of that Bullshit Stop fighting that feeling, uh You gotta get on up off of that Bullshit Stop fighting that feeling, uh You gotta get on up off of that Bullshit Stop fighting that feeling, uh Let me intertain you and interphase you, with the new sound Sound is the "cyde" and the "PHAR" is the "CYDE" And no matter who you are, you know you can't hide Not from the eyes of the sun, nor the moon nor the stars No matter who you are (dum-dum, dum-dum) da-da-da-da Come in, and commence to the sound of my drummin' (drummin') You need to get up off of that shit And stop fighting that feeling, uh You need to get up off of that shit And stop fighting that feeling, uh You need to get up off of that shit (uh) And stop fighting that feeling, uh You need to get up off of that shit (huh, na-na-na) And stop fighting that feeling, uh Time to go all the way with it Don't just sit there and stare or play with it 'Cause were committed to the seeds of the new breeds The Motha Ship of dreams, where fiendz breast feeds Step thru' reality into reality, (uh) So surreal you feel you never knew reality Until it stood still now you're far from a lie When the truth tantalizes ya eyes, see we already in the skies or outer space Standing here in the face of this earth To the state to the grid of my turf, where my mom gave birth To all that she love be it small to others, but yo its bigger than love They did a cross examination of it But you can't duplicate the state of our relations thru' translations That's not the ticket, breaking codes in hieroglyphics Trying to get down to the specifics (come on) You need to get up off of that shit (ah) And stop fighting that feeling, uh (come on) You need to get up off of that shit (woo, yeah) And stop fighting that feeling, uh You need to get up off of that shit (ah, ah, ah) And stop fighting that feeling, uh (ha) You need to get up off of that shit (come on baby, baby) And stop fighting that feeling, uh (come on baby, baby, come on) Yo! When money talks fools are always checkin', depositing their two cents Foolishly convinced blinded by their ignorance That becomes a hinderance for them to rise When they gonna recognize, time waits for no man? When you gonna stand and Get up off of that Bullshit (say what?) Stop fighting that feeling Yo, yo, now let me change the topic just a bit (a'ight) Talk about the iahp's with the fat ass and tits (what, what) Comin' to the club looking for a star (uh-huh) Ain't got ten dollars for a drink at the bar Scoping around looking for the best dressed (say what, say what)? Smelling for the indo passing up the stress Sniff, sniff yo what does the iahp smell A brotha like Suave with a pocket that's swell Action was thrown, the iahp was blown Next thing you know I had her at my home (uh-huh) All alone object to get paid (paid) Only thing that happened was her ass got laid (laid) Now no ends and her ass was sprung Used a little tongue but believe I'm well hung (uh) It's a lesson well learned for you club hopping hoes (ha, woo) It ain't about the stardom and it ain't about the dough, so Get on up off of that Bullshit Stop fighting that feeling, uh You gotta get on up off of that Bullshit Stop fighting that feeling, uh You gotta get on up off of that Bullshit Stop fighting that feeling, uh You gotta get on up off of that Bullshit Stop fighting that feeling, uh You gotta get on up off of that Bullshit Stop fighting that feeling, uh You gotta get on up off of that Bullshit Stop fighting that feeling, uh You gotta get on up off of that Bullshit Stop fighting that feeling, uh

Tell me what I'm supposed to do With all these leftover feelings of you 'Cause I don't know And tell me how I'm supposed to feel When all these nightmares become real 'Cause I don't know And I don't think you see The places inside me that I find you (And I don't know how we) Separate the lies here from the truth And I don't know how we Woke up one day and somehow thought we knew Exactly what we're supposed to do So leave me at the roadside And hang me up and out to dry So leave me at the roadside And hang me up and out to dry And I don't think you see The places inside me that I find you (And I don't know how we) Woke up one day, somehow thought we knew Exactly what we're supposed to do So leave me at the roadside And hang me up and out to dry So leave me at the roadside And hang me up and out to dry 'Cause I don't think you see The places inside me that I find you (And I don't know how we) Woke up one day, somehow thought we knew Exactly what we're supposed to do Exactly what to do

Stop! Take some time to think, figure out what's important to you Stop! Take some time to think, figure out what's important to you You've got to make a serious decision Stop! Take some time to think, figure out what's important to you Stop! Take some time to think, figure out what's important to you Stop! Take some time to think, figure out what's important to you You've got to make a serious decision It could be me up there in stage lights It could be me on the TV in you living room It could be me jet setting with my band all across the world Appearing live in concert one night only, tickets sold out Stop! Take some time to think, figure out what's important to you Stop! Take some time to think, figure out what's important to you Stop! Take some time to think, figure out what's important to you You've got to make a serious decision There I am giving candid disclosure to press in interview There I go on my way through the crowd up to the podium On behalf of our fans we'd like to accept this award Smile for the camera boys, gold record in hand Stop! Take some time to think, figure out what's important to you Stop! Take some time to think, figure out what's important to you Stop! Take some time to think, figure out what's important to you You've got to make a serious decision All of our lives in waiting All of our lives traded for their roses and applause All of our lives dedicated to shoving it right back in their fucking face Stop! Take some time to think, figure out what's important to you Stop! Take some time to think, figure out what's important to you Stop! Take some time to think, figure out what's important to you You've got to make a serious decision I said you've got to make a serious decision Stop! Take some time to think

If I could have chosen where God would hide his heaven I'd wish for it to be in the salt and swell of the ocean Carried by the currents to all continents' shores Reaching into depths where the sun's light has never shone Mixed with algae and coral, breathed in by sharks and dolphins Sailed by tanker ships, private yachts, swam in by tourists Working its way up through inlets, lakes, and rivers Swamps and estuaries, down through limestone into the aquifer Purified by the county, pumped through pipes and out faucets Filled into a glass to meet the thirst of our children And if I could have chosen, I would have been born a woman My mother once told me she would have named me Laura I'd grow up to be strong and beautiful like her One day I'd find an honest man to make my husband We would have two children, build our home on the Gulf of Mexico Our family would spend hot summer days at the beach together The sun would kiss our skin as we played in the sand and water And we would know we loved each other without having to say it At night we would sleep with the windows of our house left open Letting the cool ocean air soothe the sunburned shoulders of our children There is an ocean in my soul Where the waters do not curve There is an ocean in my soul Where the waters do not curve There is an ocean (there is an ocean) In my soul (in my soul) Where the waters do not curve There is an ocean (there is an ocean) In my soul (in my soul) Where the waters do not curve

They're advertising on the TV Become a soldier It's still high school politics, you know Nothing's changed, jocks and assholes still don't know shit about aesthetic I think I smell a rat We sold our revenge, now we're working for them Where's the divide? You know Justin, well Justin's dead And Yahoo won't let his family have access to his e-mail account The news reporter said, I feel so bad for you, it's so awkward There's really nothing I can say Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays From network and its affiliates So where's the divide? Where's the divide?