open that do' Bitch get in my car [Outro] Hahaha Quit playin' bitch get it You know you wanna ride with a nigga 50 Cent G-G-G-G-G-Unit [Gunshots]
Buff they penis soup head still on my red snapper. [Ali] One love to PL-Spin Naw you know, up next Boogee Mann!!! [Boogee Mann] Well Mr. B-double-O-G
hair But when he check, he gon see he missin an angel I just left the studio so I kno I smell like Dro She wit her friends from college, Im wit neighborhood G
If you feelin yourself youse that bitch, tryin to get rich Dyin to get hitched to a nigga that's caked up Willin to spend time and even more at Jacob
so icey, the boys a fool Ice from iceman, I ice my boo Iced all over, from my head to her shoe [TQ] Ice in the mail from Jacob boo I got a million dollar
[Canibus] What? You wanna battle with a Jesus piece, you need luck You couldn't see me with Jacob piece from Jesus I lean you back like your spine just
plot for my (caddillac benz) [Verse 3: Killa Kyleon] I pull a presidential I'm puffin that presidential Money cup in my hand the other guidin' the double nickel (it's G
my crime family Strangers with ice my life ain't nothin but Papers and dice Y'all frontin I used to prophet slowly Niggas ain't know me Men of the older G
While you hook up a stake out, And I?ll sit in the passenger side, And let?s ride, And I can fix my make up, While you sleep on ya Jacob, Now that?s just
you play with me, Jacob You see me on my back, you see me live I'm every color of the spectrum, like ROY G. BIV Look dog, get a load of how daddy ball
I never find a ? of the same kind But at the same time, I'm constantly writin' eulogies For my big homey locs and my loco g's Since '73 it seems death
slow My Aqua-Swiss blindin' yo That's Jacob watch kinda old When I'm all alone, kickin' back on my rhymin' throne I'm not to be fucked holmes G'Yeah! [
pies and fire loud shit I'm in the tunnel with the crowd nigga fuck V.I.P where Brooklyn go crazy when you bump B.I.G. and Queens feel it when you pump
shit you in (kind of shit you in 3x) (Jadakiss laughs) [Chorus: Cuban Link] when you talk about that money man, let's talk about g's when you talk about
Hampt-i-ons, do a lot of beats you can't be on Damn all these fans can't be wrong, damn B.I.G. you can't be gone Make those beats thugs want to rock,
Out in the street, they call it murder (Fuck D-Block) Verse 1 Tony Yayo: Guns a place up Gimme dat pen and dat Jacob One false move you get spread out
we still fly [Verse 2: black jesus] We on that, grey goose nigga, jesus the great Rent due on the first date bitch, I can't partake Fuck jacob, cartiers
did it (I done been there and did it) Ten years without gettin sweat inside my Yankee fitted 1990-Raw I showed you ice You ain't know who Jacob was so