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Massive R&B: Spring Collection 2007
Disc 1
01. Give It to Me
02. Because of You
03. I Wanna Love You
04. Glamorous
05. That’s That
06. Long Way to Go
07. Hip Hop Is Dead
08. Love Me or Hate Me
09. You Know I’m No Good
10. You Better Not Waste My Time
11. When You Wasn’t Famous
12. Fallin’
13. Chain Hang Low
14. Hands Up
15. Big Bro Thang
16. No Good
17. Too Late Too Late (Dirtee Stankin remix)
18. Candy Shop
19. It’s OK (One Blood)
20. Ridin
Disc 2
01. The Sweet Escape
02. Say It Right
03. Wait a Minute
04. Do Without My Love
05. Area Codes
06. Dangerous
07. Breakaway
08. Mr
09. Guilty Conscience
10. Badman
11. The Rain (Supa Dupa Fly)
12. Bojangles
13. Ghetto Story
14. O.P.P.
15. Natural Born Killaz
16. My Band
17. Lie About Us
18. What You Think of That
19. Wanted Dead or Alive
20. We Ride
Put 'em up
Put 'em up
Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up
Put 'em up
Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up

Hands up! Shorty, when you party with me
We goin' way past quarter to three
(I say hands up!) I'm good in the VIP
I got my hammer right here with me
(I say hands up!) You know when you party with crooks
You gotta learn to respect the jux
(I say hands up!) Everything ain't cool as the fame
And this shit ain't as sweet as it looks (I say hands up!)

You know I'm puttin' something on me
Right before I leave outta the car (we came to party)
You go tough talkin' at me
You gon' leave out the club with a scar (we came to party)
We pop bottles like it's all free
'Fore I leave, I'ma buy out the bar (we came to party)
You gon' order whatchu want, it's on me
I'm a G, take a look at a star (we came to party)

It feels so good to live sucka free
I'm soakin' it all up while your girl's suckin' me
It mean the world to her, it's nuttin' but a nut to me
Look miss, get a grip or let a motherfucker be

I'm a rap star, who 'posed to be ridin' around in that car
Two in the front, in the back got the plasma
This ain't a free ride, you gotta have the gas ma
I wouldn't buy a chick a pump that got asthma
And I'm busy so I move a bit faster
You can't tell me yes if I don't ask ya, huh

I'm a bastard, damn near chauvinist, hand over the plastic
'Cause they wanna see ya man go in the casket
Rule number one, keep ya gun or get ya ass hit
And that's it, lights off and ya body stiff
By the same niggas you used to party with

Hands up! Shorty, when you party with me
We goin' way past quarter to three
(I say hands up!) I'm good in the VIP
I got my hammer right here with me
(I say hands up!) You know when you party with crooks
You gotta learn to respect the jux
(I say hands up!) Everything ain't cool as the fame
And this shit ain't as sweet as it looks (I say hands up!)

You know I'm puttin' something on me
Right before I leave outta the car (we came to party)
You go tough talkin' at me
You gon' leave out the club with a scar (we came to party)
We pop bottles like it's all free
'Fore I leave, I'ma buy out the bar (we came to party)
You gon' order whatchu want, it's on me
I'm a G, take a look at a star (we came to party)

Yeah
I cruise through the strip, 22's on the whip, new Ruger on the hip
Thousand dollar outfit, never stooge, never slip
Follow rules or get whipped, nigga move or get hit
I don't care who's on the strip
It ain't only the Ferrari now, the jewels got 'em sick
Now it's 2006, I need a new bottom miss
It's a'ight, they can talk, I'm amused by the pricks
I'm the news out the bricks, nigga, who's hot as this?
I bet the mansion and the swimming pool got 'em pissed
I ain't a cuddler, I fuck the drool outta chick

My niggas ice-grill, but it ain't the same
They don't see the faces, they just see the chains like
Ooh when ya get 'em, they don't know you with me
They probably think the bouncers at the front door frisk me
This regular shit, the everyday mentality
They charged up, don't make me put in the battery

Hands up! Shorty, when you party with me
We goin' way past quarter to three
(I say hands up!) I'm good in the VIP
I got my hammer right here with me
(I say hands up!) You know when you party with crooks
You gotta learn to respect the jux
(I say hands up!) Everything ain't cool as the fame
And this shit ain't as sweet as it looks (I say hands up!)

You know I'm puttin' something on me
Right before I leave outta the car (we came to party)
You go tough talkin' at me
You gon' leave out the club with a scar (we came to party)
We pop bottles like it's all free
'Fore I leave, I'ma buy out the bar (we came to party)
You gon' order whatchu want, it's on me
I'm a G, take a look at a star (we came to party)

Put 'em up
Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up
Put 'em up
Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up
Put 'em up
Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up
Put 'em up
Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up