eye's followed So boulders try to hit - on me harder than Drago. (Drago!) W-T-F O-M-G; semi-colon parenthesis. - T-T-Y-L on the screen. (uh-huh!) Your
(J.U.S.T.I.C.E. League, J.U.S.T.I.C.E. League) [Chorus - Bun B - w/ LeToya Luckett ad libs and Notorious B.I.G. sample] It was all a dream, thinkin '
with my shit together) I'm ridin fo's (I'm doin dirty while I'm "Ridin' Dirty") I'm ridin slow (Sittin on buck and I don't give a fuck, so bitch, what
That's what you call a home-run I knock it out the park when I give her a long one (a long one) It's on, I'm ready, it's strong, it's steady First I'ma
they G-Unit's on All of that mean muggin' really don't mean nothin' C'mon n' take it outside, let me see somethin' W-w-what now? Don't get B-B-Buck'd
t gon want anotha guy Just be careful from them doors they open suicide So So Def (yupp) L.B.W.G.A.N.G. It's plain to see ain't another rapper out fuckin
around R is for romeo I can rock the crowd S for soulja music we be layin it down T is for teaching U is for united V is for very important players invited W
I've been in this game, it's a new day And I'm making it known 'cause I just want the world to know I'm paying my dues and I got the utmost, I just wanna
I got the chance to make a change I've been in this game, it's a new day And I'm making it known 'cause I just want the world to know I'm paying my dues
could be my fuckin' death blow Tell Kidada I'm not ready, I ain't even let my momma know I ain't got no kids, I'm only twenty-fo' Before I can let the
Last time I checked B K was the hood Last time I checked Bankhead was the hood Last time I checked Harlem was the hood But them rappers don't live there
Known to kill, dunk skills, erupt You ask why? My reply is 'I don't give a fuck' I'm a Panther, I love fresh meat After I kill ya, I'ma leave ya body
Check it, eh, yo I just wanna walk wit ya'll I don't wanna rhyme, I just need to talk wit ya'll How you feel about me? Yo, I think I'm pretty hot When
on streets, watch my DVD I'm in love with W*** Please pass the b***, don't hold the b*** 'Cause if the laws come, you'll go the first to run, b*** I
I paid for her car, I paid for her books Okay, I'm lyin' but don't that s*** go with the hook? I got money to blow, I oughta be ashamed I'm playin' with
the playground, n*** I don't lay down, n***, I lay n*** down I rock Sean John linen and I don't play around I push more teeth than the motiff, I get
Now who's the mack? Who's the hoe? Who's the trick? I got many, many styles won't you take a pick But don't be alarmed When I trip and stumble and fumble
.m.w. N.o.t.r. Lil hawk & bird Da foe I'ma hit you up with the t, so better scoot Out the sunroof of the coupe as I shoot And ain't no crack, little