cry baby What you talkin' 'bout? Tell it to my nine Cut your tongue out, mail it to your moms I'm the young god, swagga un-flawed Bitch I'm in the buildin', you
' ghetto fabulous, so mad, you just can't take it But nigga if you hatin' I Then you wait while I get yo' bitch butt naked, just break it You gotta pay like you
Thank you, thank you Thank you, you're far too kind Now can I get an encore, do you want more Cookin' raw with the Brooklyn boy So for one last time
it now I be choppin' up cheddar with Kanye Chop a little cheddar up with Jay Chop it up with the O to the kizay Poppin big tags with the flow and the
can tell theres soemthingh wrong with you What you gonna do with all that cash It must get boring being so flash You dont need all the lines The splifs that you
an angel But I already know what you came for You make the rain fall You make the rain fall You make the rain fall You make the rain fall You make the
hittem i can make a hummer flip i can make 100 flip thats one bahama trip make your moma strip im bout that dead prez so for the bread i make you
Verse 3 - Birdman] With a leader Sprite, two liter Watch with the meter Nigga couldn't see her Nigga want to eat her Nigga you can eat her Money you can feed her Diamonds with
chasin' man on the clock like hands Grindin' like teeth, get money like heat Cliff Hukstable keep it comin' like Keith Gotta make last forever for worse or for better Gotta make it
Yeah, thank you Thank you, thank you, you're far too kind Can I get an encore, do you want more Cookin' raw with the Brooklyn boy So for one last time
you now roll up get high to it we welcome you to highschool we do just like we like to we cordially invite you now roll up get high to it get high to
And where you from(Mississippi but was raised in Cali) Why don't you get on the mic for the symphony? (Bran' Nu) I got it, I got it(Ha) It
you can tell by how my bread stack up And disguised in this rap so the Feds back up Watch it, like my whip, like my chick, topless Doing a buck-six with
't lose this one; You're the lucky one under the sun. If you make me move, Then you know you got the groove: All night, it's all right! All night, yeah! It
counterattack you Where they at? Bring it back, beat it, move it over here Move it, do it like we know it could be done Could you (mettle us), mettle
get it in, I get it in Me, I get it in, I get it in Now me, I get it in, I get it in Me, I get it in, I get it in Look as soon as I step in the club
thing to Lucifer, you think you got a noose on ya! I make it hard to breathe! I come with your hustle, air it out! - Make it hard to eat! Have you lookin
I keep it gangsta, I have you outlined in chalk (I, I get it) In the hood if you ask about me They'll tell you I'm about my bread (I, I get it) ?Round the world if you