[Nelly]
uh-uh
check’it check’it
uh-uh-uh

[Kelly]
I, love you and I, need you
Nelly I, love you, I do
Need you

[Chorus]
No matter what I do,
All I think about is you (uh-huh)
Even when I’m with my boo,
Boy, ya know I’m crazy over you

No matter what I do,
All I think about is you,
even when I’m with my boo,
Ya know I’m crazy over you

[Nelly]
Uh-uh-uh-uh
I met this chick and she just moved right up the block from me
And(uh) she got the hots for me, the finest thing my hood has seen
But oh, no, no, she’s got a man and a son doh’ohh
But that’s o.k. cause I, wait for my cue and just listen, play my position like
a short stop, pick up everything mommy hittin
And in no time, i’m gonna make this friend mine
And that’s for sure
Cause I, I’ve never been the type to break-up a happy home
But(uh) somethin’ bout baby gurl, I just can’t leave alone
So tell me ma what’s it gonna be she said—-

[Kelly]
You don’t know what you mean to me

[Chorus]
No matter what I do,
All I think about is you,
Even when I’m with my boo,
Boy ya know I’m crazy over you

No matter what I do,
All I think about is you,
Even when I’m with my boo,
Ya know I’m crazy over you

(Nelly)
I see a lot and you lookin’
I never say a word,
I know how niggas start actin, trippin’ I heard about them girls
And there’s no way-ay Nelly go fight over no dame-ame, (I
ain’t fightin ova no dame) as you can see
But(uh) I like your steeze, your style, your whole demeanor,
The way you come through and holla and swoop me in his two-seater
Now that’s gangsta and I got special ways to thank ya
Don’t you forget it
But(uh) it ain’t that easy for you to pack up and leave him
But(uh) you and dirty got ties for different reasons
I respect that
And right before I turned to leave
She said -she said-she said-

(Kelly)
You don’t know what you mean to me (come on)

No matter what I do,
All I think about is you,
Even when I’m with my boo,
Boy ya know I’m crazy over you

No matter what I do,
All I think about is you,
Even when I’m with my boo,
Ya know I’m crazy over you

(Nelly)
Sing it for me K
Kelly(Nelly)
And I love you,(uh)
And I need you, Nelly I love you
I do, (Come on girl) and it’s more than you’ll ever know,
Boy it’s for sure, you can always count on my love,
Forever more (yeah)

(Nelly)
East coast, i know ya shake it right
Down south, I know ya bounce it right(eh eh)
West Coast, I know ya walk it right
coz (You dont know what you mean to me)
Mid west, i see ya swingin right

(Kelly)
No matter what I do,
All I think about is you,
Even when I’m with my boo,
Boy ya know I’m crazy over you

No matter what I do,
All I think about is you,
Even when I’m with my boo,
Ya know I’m crazy over you

(Nelly)
(yeah, yeah)
East coast, I know ya shake it right
Down south, I know ya bounce it right
West coast, I know ya walk it right
(You don’t know what you mean to me)
Mid west, I see ya swingin right

(Nelly)
East coast, ya still shake it right
Down south, I see your bounce it right
West Coast, I know ya walk it right (coz)
(You don’t know what you mean to me..)
Mid west, your still swingin right

(Kelly)
No matter what I do,(whooa)
All I think about is you,
Even when I’m with my boo,
Boy ya know I’m crazy over you

No matter what I do,
All I think about is you,
Even when I’m with my boo,
Ya know I’m crazy over you

(Nelly)
(yeah, yeah)
East coast, I know ya shake it right
Down south, I know ya bounce it right (Dirty dirty now)
West coast, I know ya walk it right
(You don’t know what you mean to me)
Mid west, I see ya swingin right

(Nelly)
East coast, ya still shake it right(yeah)
Down south, I see your bounce it right (dirty dirty)
West Coast, I know ya walk it right
(You don’t know what you mean to me..)
Mid west, your still swingin right

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Dear Slim, I wrote but you still ain’t callin
I left my cell, my pager, and my home phone at the bottom
I sent two letters back in autumn, you must not-a got ‘em
There probably was a problem at the post office or something
Sometimes I scribble addresses too sloppy when I jot ‘em
but anyways; * it, what’s been up? Man how’s your daughter?
My girlfriend’s pregnant too, I’m bout to be a father
If I have a daughter, guess what I’ma call her?
I’ma name her Bonnie
I read about your Uncle Ronnie too I’m sorry
I had a friend kill himself over some bitch who didn’t want him
I know you probably hear this everyday, but I’m your biggest fan
I even got the underground * that you did with Skam
I got a room full of your posters and your pictures man
I like the * you did with Rawkus too, that * was phat
Anyways, I hope you get this man, hit me back,
just to chat, truly yours, your biggest fan
This is Stan

{Chorus: Dido}
Dear Slim, you still ain’t called or wrote, I hope you have a chance
I ain’t mad – I just think it’s *ED UP you don’t answer fans
If you didn’t wanna talk to me outside your concert
you didn’t have to, but you coulda signed an autograph for Matthew
That’s my little brother man, he’s only six years old
We waited in the blistering cold for you,
four hours and you just said, “No.”
That’s pretty *ty man – you’re like his *ing idol
He wants to be just like you man, he likes you more than I do
I ain’t that mad though, I just don’t like being lied to
Remember when we met in Denver – you said if I’d write you
you would write back – see I’m just like you in a way
I never knew my father neither;
he used to always cheat on my mom and beat her
I can relate to what you’re saying in your songs
so when I have a *ty day, I drift away and put ‘em on
cause I don’t really got * else so that * helps when I’m depressed
I even got a tattoo with your name across the chest
Sometimes I even cut myself to see how much it bleeds
It’s like adrenaline, the pain is such a sudden rush for me
See everything you say is real, and I respect you ‘cos you tell it
My girlfriend’s jealous cause I talk about you 24/7
But she don’t know you like I know you Slim, no one does
She don’t know what it was like for people like us growin up
You gotta call me man, I’ll be the biggest fan you’ll ever lose
Sincerely yours, Stan — P.S.
We should be together too

{Chorus: Dido}
Dear Mister-I’m-Too-Good-To-Call-Or-Write-My-Fans,
this’ll be the last package I ever send your ass
It’s been six months and still no word – I don’t deserve it?
I know you got my last two letters;
I wrote the addresses on ‘em perfect
So this is my cassette I’m sending you, I hope you hear it
I’m in the car right now, I’m doing 90 on the freeway
Hey Slim, I drank a fifth of vodka, you dare me to drive?
You know the song by Phil Collins, “In the Air of the Night”
about that guy who coulda saved that other guy from drowning
but didn’t, then Phil saw it all, then at a show he found him?
That’s kinda how this is, you coulda rescued me from drowning
Now it’s too late – I’m on a 1000 downers now, I’m drowsy
and all I wanted was a lousy letter or a call
I hope you know I ripped ALL of your pictures off the wall
I love you Slim, we coulda been together, think about it
You ruined it now, I hope you can’t sleep and you dream about it
And when you dream I hope you can’t sleep and you SCREAM about it
I hope your conscience EATS AT YOU and you can’t BREATHE without me
See Slim;
Hey Slim, that’s my girlfriend screamin in the trunk
but I didn’t slit her throat, I just tied her up, see I ain’t like you
cause if she suffocates she’ll suffer mor

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A millionaire I’m a Young money millionaire tougher than Nigerian hair,
My criteria compared to your career just isn’t fair,
I’m a venereal disease like a menstrual bleed…
Threw the pencil and leak on the sheet of the tablet in my mind,
Cause I don’t write shit cause I ain’t got time,
Cause my seconds, minutes, hours go to the all mighty dollar,
And the all mighty power of dat cha cha cha cha chopper,
Sister, Brother, Son, Daughter, Father motha fuck a copper,
Got da maserati dancin on the bridge pussy poppin,
Tell the coppers: hahahaha you can’t catch em, you can’t stop em,
I go by them goon rules if you can’t beat em then you pop em,
You can’t man em then you mop em,
You can’t stand em then you drop em,
You pop em cause we pop em like Orville Redenbacher,

A millie in here a millie in there
Sicilian bitch with long hair with coke in the derriere
Like smoke in the thinest air I open the Lamborghini
Hopin them crackers see like look at dat bastard Weezy
Hes a beast hes, a dog hes, the muthfukin problem
Ok your a goon but what’s a goon to a goblin?
Nothin, nothin you ain’t scarin nothin
On some faggot bullshit call em dennis rodman
Call me what you want bitch call me on my Sidekick
Never answer when it’s private damn I hate a shy Bitch
Don’t u hate a shy bitch? yea I fucked a shy bitch
And she ain’t shy nomoe she changed her name to My bitch
Yea nigga that’s my bitch
So when she ask for the money when you through don’t be suprised bitch
And It ain’t trickin’ if u got it
But u like a bitch with no ass u ain’t got shit
Muthafuka I’m ill not sick
And I’m ok, but my watch sick
Yea my drop sick
Yea my glock sick
And my knot thick
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I’m it

Muthafuka I’m Ill…

Ya see….
They say I’m rappin like Big, Jay, and Tupac Andre 3 Thousand where is erykah badu at
Who dat
Who dat said they gon’ beat Lil Wayne
My name ain’t bic, but I keep that flame maine
Who dat one
Dat do dat boy
Ya’ll knew dat
True dat swallow
And I be the shit
Now you got loose bowels

I don’t “O-U” you like two vowels
But I’d like for you to pay me by the hour
Hahaha
And I’d rather be pushing flowers,
Than to be in the pen sharing showers
Tony told us this world was ours
And the Bible told us every girl was sour
Don’t play in the garden and don’t smell her flower
Call me Mr. Carter or Mr. Lawn Mower
Boy I got so many bitches like I’m Michael Lowry
Even Gwen Stefani said she couldn’t doubt me
Muthafuka I say life ain’t shit without me
Chrome lips pokin out the coop like it’s poutin
I do what I do and u do what u can do about it
Bitch I can turn a crack rock into a mountian
Dare me?
Don’t u compare me cause there ain’t noody near me
They don’t see me but they hear me
They don’t feel me but they fear me
I’m Illie
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