better on my side, it's better on my side It's better on my side, it's better on my side 'Cause I'm better than her (Rick Ross rap): You saw me on my
step over the line and get a taste of the sunshine It's better on my side It's better on my side, it's better on my side It's better on my side, 'cause
My Zapco's hittin so hard, the light's clippin Girls on the bus stop, all of them coppin a plea To get with the man who slings d Whether ridin a 'Stang
I Think I Can, Now Baby I Have To Frann. But Baby Boy Damn, Wit My Hands On My Side Man. [Juicy-J:] Im A D-Boy From Da Hood,(Yeah) Smoking On A Big Bag
clothes and Baume and Mercier ? watches Tryin' to get my gloss on I paid the cos' to be the boss on these corners where ballin niggaz floss on Haters get tossed on
Think I Can, Now Bang It Up Out The Frame. But Baby Boy Damn, Wit My Hands On My Side Man. [Juicy-J:] Im A D-Boy From Da Hood, (Yeah) Smoking On A Big
keep my sheep's suit on Until i'm sure that you've been shown That I can be trusted walking with you alone Little red riding hood I'd like to hold you
talking goat!" he exclaimed, "She'd never seen this in her life" I felt so special! Well, I just couldn't believe it After all theses years I finally had a friend He trimmed my beard He scraped my
man overboard Pull the bulls onto my sword And buckle down in a corner chair with a round table floor Got an angel on my left shoulder, a devil on the
my eyes on you [Chorus: Akon] I got my eyes on you! And I'm posted on the corner with that thing on my side Said I got my eyes on you! It's a message
I rock spots, where only rap fiends can find me and that remind me, can't forget my 1-800 beeper So I can keep a, eye on my mida mida Now, loaded up my
we'd haul off a load Down a dirt strip where we'd dump trash off of Thigpen Road I'd sit up in the seat and stretch my feet out to the pedals Smiling
my surprise I could see a little light on the hill Well the fire was glowing and really I was knowing I was really hot on the track But in D.C. they
North side one time let me herre ya.... Uh Oh South side one time let me herre ya.... Uh Oh East side on time let me herre ya.... Uh Oh West side on time
up My people rise, my people fight My people do alright My people walk with pride and We're marchin' side by side and My people laugh, my people cry
Lost my troop my parachute Through neighborhoods in hot pursuit I landed on little league fields Now no more war games this is real Hopping fences parking
shit (Talking) We still get our shine on, ya heard me [Chorus x2] We on factory, We on factory We ain't got nothing to prove, We on factory We on factory, We on