hot shit like the mic got a make on it That's where I b That's where I b That's where I b That's where I b That's where I be all day That's where I
time let me here ya, uh oh South side one time let me here ya, uh oh East side on time let me here ya, uh oh West side on time let me here ya, uh oh
let me quench your thirst First thing first, let's do what we rehearsed Don't get nervous now, it should be break, break it Get up and take a stance and let
on in here girl she getting nossed up she got her bra up i think she wants to cut babe there's two of us come on let double up go head and knock the
's my spokes person Uh, grab a star from the sun roof I fuck her in her dreams and make her come true Yeah, Young Money in the power Send my B's at you
cool tossing Defermation of character, racially slandering But all I'm ever givin ya is pimping and pandering So please let me go off of some Because I could be at home in my bed tossing her
5 on it Messin' with that endo weed I got 5 on it (Got it good) It's got me stuck, cannot go back I got 5 on it Potnah, let's go half on a sack E-40
great booty better thighs I ain't wanna tell her bye First, I tell her hi, then I give her one and let her fly never tell her lie the night you couldn
like that Or no one will rap with me 'Cept one, you asked who is it? [Verse 2: Royce da 5'9"] Guess who just came through the blast, you b-tches With
I rap endorphins (Woo) I made a pact with the Devil that says, "I'll let you take me You let me take this shovel, dig up the corpses Jack Kevorkian" (C'mon) Go
psycho, Mariah aint got shit on me when I retire I'll be spittin baby food on people a tent sieged on her ranch, huddled up next to her with Hello Kitty slippers on, humping her
you We all die one day (Obie Trice go!) Niggas when I step up in the bar, faggots wanna look Like you motherfuckers got Obie Trice shook Like I'm gonna stand here as a man and Let
big tune For Mr. B Aiyyo my eastside people let me hear yo I wanna hear you say yes I wanna hear you say yes Aiyyo my westside people let me hear yo
1 - Wale] Don't wonder why my hours long and I never tire Because a nigga grind, well exceed a 9 to 5 Who fear of 9 to 5, seein' me again? I came through
Mitten, crime is risin They robbed a bank, they gave my nigga Hank time for drivin We hustle, ain't no 9-to-5'n (uh-uh) When beef go down, I might just
trouble in the flesh, you can't see me with the Hubble We ain't wishin these niggaz good luck, go get a clover This Bun B, it's "B.E. 3," this shit is
like you, We just in this bitch chillin with my partna screw, fixin to give it to this boy goin flip his tounge, man go on go long go strong. (Big Moe
, Let a hundred rounds go, you do a hundred yard dash, Back up in the hood where the rules dont shift, And the gangstas talk trills, sippin ??? You can call 5-0 and 5