she's gone) But I will stay strong, (I stayed strong) Ooooh my partna's gone, (now he's gone) I'ma hold on, (try to hold on) Whooooa mama's gone-gone-
the ones, who keep it player made For staying down, with H-A-W-K May you thought, keep it real Dirty South, for my G's The haters, run up in the streets
a G in that artillery keepin' niggas off of me I can't sleep living in these wicked times peep, niggas after me 'cause they see I'm stacking G's and heat
'ma ride Pick my enemies out the crowd, and motherfuckers die It's not the way I wanna live, my nigga it's how it is Homey got into a fight last night
himself, or be another contender There's 100's of niggas Dead left under the river From the days of slaves To hurricanes in Orleans See my people's grapes
straight killers, guerillas, and real niggas It's kill or be killed with me, you know the deal nigga My price stay right, that's why my shop stay hot
uhhh It's B Sig in the place to be With two heaters on the waist of me, man who's facin me? Chorus: [Beanie Sigel] It's B Sig in the place with Young
dust My zodiac sign is Aquarius G-G-Gemini is my zodiac sign I rock the house party at the drop of a dime Baby Bubba's on the mic, E-Swift's on the
down Worst part that breaks the young man's heart is he's the one that's supplyin' it, he feels like he's trapped now 'Cause every time he says, "No",
homies the greatest! I roll with the best, see? Who in the fuck wanna test these niggas from the S-C-T, C-L-E? We got heat! Y'all know what happened to
Flied us back to the block, now he's gone [Lay] Now I got a little money in my pocket, about a couple G's [Lay] It's been a long time since I got it from
instead of worryin' about ours you need to see What's the matter wit ya life? What's the matter wit ya life boy, ya can't get it right? What's the matter
steady gettin bigger Straight from the motherfuckin G to the E to the T to the O, you know the spellin ho I had to come up strong to get where I'm at
with no resemblance Money & power till it's vengeance [Chorus x4] [B.I.G.:] (Goodness gracious) Gettin' money [B.I.G.:] (Tha papers) Gettin' money [B.I.G
Chopper] There he go, hoppin' out the G-5 wagon G-coated, rees, Bo's and tees swaggin' Runnin' game on ya bitch, ya boy's a pimp I need the ones wit no
Get on a song Period gone I'm off the hook like cordless phones My identity so right They think it's wrong G.E.D. Young Money Finish strong, so I'm a
with Screw, now I got underground fame Fucked with E.S.G., and I had to buy the house Did a lot of shows, represented for the South Made a little group, called H.S.E
