all I promise I been thinkin before ya'll I barely get tired I'm rarely inspired And you accompish in a week is What I'm daily required I'm meetin' qoutas while you
invented the telephone we made Yahtzee the light bulb, hockey and bred the greatest player's Gretzky to Crosby we all got at least one drinking buddy and after one drink, all
without one Yeah nigga Im about my business Killing all these rappers you would swear I had a hit list Everyone who doubted me is asking for forgiveness If you
on a crash course What you think I rap for, to push a fucking Rav-4? But I know that if I stay stunting All these girls only gon' want one thing I could
it real simple for you Yeah t-t-t-t-t-tell them niggaz why you mad son! Tell them niggaz why you mad son! (OK, gentlemen please, one at a time) Tell
blocks through war, took blocks for fall Took blocks to Wall for box of raw What you think 33 in the glock is for? Black fatigues, skullies and binoculars, C4
man, Craig Mack [Verse 4: Craig Mack] Aiyyo you must wanna be in the Guinness Book of World Records as the dumbest motherfucker alive Figure you gon' survive You
can never pay You back for all You've done Thats why I serve You faithfully and never give You up I lift you up and praise Your name You gave me strength
motherfucker [P. Diddy] + (Notorious B.I.G.) Yeah! (one) As we proceed to give you what you need (One, two...) It's all fucked up now What the fuck y'all
scared Loyal, down for you, soon as I saw you Wanted to be there cause I could hold it down for you Be around for you, plant seeds in the soil Make love
[Wiz Khalifa] yea uh huh, you know what it is black and yellow [x4] yea uh huh, you know what it is black and yellow [x4] [Chorus] yeah, uh huh, you
could have this moment 4 life 4 life, 4 life 'Cause in this moment, I just feel so alive Alive, alive I wish that I could have this moment 4 life 4 life, 4
[Bruno Mars] This one's for you and me, living out our dreams We're all right where we should be Lift my arms out wide I open my eyes And now all I wanna
known to get ill We carried heat for protection but not to kill We bust a corner doin 60 one police car spun And all I was thinkin was murder one Bust
are all you greet Act soft you will get beat On death row they got their own hot seat For those who feel that they are truly elite The last thing you
Ice on a Syndicate Rhyme spree You say you wanna be down, you gotta talk to me You wanna get in? Put a sucker's head out Sound a little hot for you,