who see them rims spin and grin That shit with the V-trim that win and the enormous fields disperse of rap On the road to the riches more furs to drag More
bitches Talkin' about what you got and what they ain't got They got a little jealous and wanna bring you down But fuck that, they just mad 'cause you got
your soul! [Bridge: Pharrell Williams] Well strip down! (work) Show me some more! (work) Is that all you got?! (work) You got to make me believe it girl
a big fairy tale that's my M.O. Fuck bitches on the reg' with no problemo Iceberg, rabbits, and the fox and more Where I coped two more, brought four
here, sleep here, my house Rhyme wasting, time wasting Feds want me caged in Hope they got patience More you win they want you to lose I don't floss no more
Yo, yo, we can't stay alive forever (yeah) So if shit hit the fan then we might as well die together I'm high as ever, more hoes and more cheddar (yeah
busta rhymes intro ayo somebody tell steven speilberg & george lucas thank you for directing this movie (hahahaha) (hashemeke hayla ha-its the remix!)
some more (Ho!!!) [P. Diddy] Baby, we'll leave your crotch out And peep the way we be blowin them spots out [Busta Rhymes] Come on, look how we got '
G) See everything still glorious (Yeah) We still got warriors, still be the victorious (That's right) See it's a lot of them, but it's more of us Still got
[Rhymes] Steam rollin you niggas [P. Did] And lay it down [Rhymes] Niggas frontin with they thug image [P. Did] And we pay them no mind [Rhymes] I don
shit making you niggas forever feen Anyone of you coming, you better come clean Hit you with an overdose of more rhyme and Phetamine Got your eye blood
Raekwon] Visual visual JB Yo 'Ye whattup Raekwon You got stacks like the international house of pancakes All alone ready to phone me and your hand shakes
on yo money, money long, long, long Want my own tv production company So tell Harpo to hit me Celie Anyway RiRi what rhymes wit yo name freely Money got
I just might change your life cause baby... You got it (you got it) you got it (you got it) you got it (you got it) you got it (you got it) [J. Cole
think I got a tear in my eye, I feel like the king of My world, haters can make like bees with no stingers And drop dead, no more beef flingers No more
sacred either If you think God is more important than your neighbor You're capable of terrible evil If you think some prophet's words are more important
fade Down with my Syndicate organized rhyme Kickin' def tempos that I design And if you can't hear'em thats such a crime You better wash your dirty ears with some 409 I always rhyme
's the matter? You ain't getting no dick? You're bitching about rock 'n' roll That's censorship, dumb bitch The Constitution says we all got a right