B and gazes upon it) B or not a B? This letter doth have a stiff, straight back. And the word "back" begineth with B! B or not a B? This letter doth have
not if Will he war queer Who cares not if Hammy made it with his Ma? To be or not to be my lover To me there could not be another To be or not to be
the world slid off it's tilt Waking up each night from the gravitational pull What is the sound of something trying not to make a sound? So sick of all
I'm not blind I saw it when I looked into your eyes I've had a thing about you for a long, long time For a long, long time For a long, long time I love
anybody to save me Maybe I'm busy, but everyone obeys me To be or not to be It's now the time to make my choice: To be or not to be God I
be or not to be, well, to be or not to be Am I gonna have you for me, well? Well, to be or not to be Well, to be or not to be To be or not to be Am
an old-school black Old Cut supreme Or an iced-out G shock and a custom ring And a freak with an ass that sit above her jeans But if not.. [Hook] Woopty
Keys to the Benz, keys to the Benz Motherfuckin' right, yeah, B to the ten If a bitch try to get cute, I'ma stuff her Throw a lot of money at her, then
didn't promise you a rose garden Along with the sunshine There's gotta be a little rain sometimes (Rain feels like this, check it) [Verse 2] I'm not
Your daddy got the dough that's right his people he be breakin you off yeah off In her world a boats a yacht a king size beds a cot A millions not a
's Bad Boy for life Aiyyo strait from the Harlem streets I don't play, I push it down wit the Harlem Heat (Uh-huh) All a sudden niggaz got a problem
. niggaz But you know I pop a lot of shit but I back it up though see it's a difference, a lot of niggaz pop shit But a lot of niggaz don't make hits
knock me Or cock-block me but you can't stop me You come for all you want but you can't top me Yeah, I'm just a B A D B O Y Son we multiply, nigga we
and break my empire I spit lines, hit rhymes, keep dimes sweating Giving them the juice that they're not gettin' A bona fide playa, now who got the flavor A
garage His lifestyle is just a little mirage He the type of cat that never had a menage Backrub, you know a little massage Tight shit you get when you
we hittin every bump that my Denali hit Outfit is four thousand and better The rhinestones in my flintstones look crazy in my sweater Pah, it's not a
's makin her back swell Only givin head to those niggaz who rapped well Owned a black cell, flip it, sippin on Whitman cool mints Rumors spread, half a G she took, six or
of the man I began to be But you planned a great escape Bright and early before I wake We both knew we had to break You could of chose a better way [
