Can't Get Enough - Whodini Written by：Lord Tariq/P. Gunz/Spyda/D. Atkinson/Jalil Hutchins I put the helmet on my mic and tackle MC's I break backs of fat tracks and freeze And get up on these and hit your knees Trick can do what you do they call me Peter Oh you ain't feeling me I ain't feeling yo ass either Now if you know this shit when you hear Drop your blunt and your beer And put your hands up in the air Then I steer the 600 and flex through your hood I get your money or girl I take your car then I'm good Call me the rap killer thriller lounging in my villa I'm chocolate inside but on the outside vanilla The darker the berry they say the juice is mo' sweet But it's 2 dollars more bitch if you want white meat Now I never lost a battle in my life God came close and yo I beat Jesus twice I take it to your block your party and do my thing Cause I don't give a shit how you niggas wanna swing You can get touched cause none wanna mess with us I call your bluff cause y'all just be actin' tough You get bust cause competition talks too much I know it's rough but y'all still can't get enough You might think I'm one of those men who couldn't keep they woman in check But all respect to the Ecs passing checks while you're paying for sex You take her out you buy her things you bring her flowers Come home and she's with Ecstasy up in the shower Now picture that now you wanna get your gat But I keep a strap so get your shit exact I got my shit intact And it's a fact that Jalil got my back at the face of trouble Get in that ass on the double we blown like a bubble Shovelin' and buryin' our way up out to rubble half heart half humble So all expenses paid as I'm heading up this platinum road I'm out to get it you can keep your gold I got an album full of rocks Good luck to all the labels on lock In '96 Whodini's calling the shots It takes two to play this game but three makes it better Master Dee Jalil and Ecstasy we here forever You can get touched cause none wanna mess with us I call your bluff cause y'all just be acting tough You get bust cause competition talks too much I know it's rough but y'all still can't get enough I can get swift as if I was Mario Andretti Mastermind my crime time and rhymes keep steady But I'm quite ready rhymes cut like Freddy now Give me a mic and a crowd I'm quite deadly how Tariq hypnotizing when I'm coming out your equalizer Flee me when you see me that would be wiser I know you wanna be me riding in my coupe As I ride by I see you sitting on your stoop Lookin' funny with no money but no cash no honey I was told you can pay to make your rainy day sunny It's the money in my life Allowing me to get all that honey from your wife Yeah she's tall slim and trife Sharp like a knife yet dull like a Sunday I met her on Monday and f**ked her on Monday That's one way to know that money comes and goes And so do freaks and hoes that's why I don't trust them I lust for them but I gots no love for them In the winter I don't got a glove for them So I keep a steady pace in this race for these ladies I got her on tape drinking Bailey's on gravy You can get touched cause none wanna mess with us I call your bluff cause y'all just be acting tough You get bust cause competition talks too much I know it's rough but y'all still can't get enough I'm smooth as a Lexus yet I ride rugged like a jeep It's the rapper Jalil money that's creeping in your sleep Call me Freddy except I'm smooth black long and steady Ecstasy pass the mic cause my rap time's ready Now who wanna swing it Don't even sing it It's party time put your hands up players bring it I lounge with the big boys sipping Crystal And when the music stops find me in the hotel All my dime pieces in the back where you at I got the fatment plus this rap shit keeps me stacked Fly me on a plane to Jermaine good looking Atlanta for representing Brooklyn you shook and 404

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