of the C-Walls You can't ever do like I do, cause nigga I'm a millionaire I'ma make em stare Nigga I got my own name brand shoes, and my underwear Every
are screamin', "No mo' shoutouts" through nine innin's I'm drama, like two baby mommas and one pendin' This here rapper split up your vest, cause the shit I'm
fat like I'm carrying a backpack A couple grand for the louie band napsack Understand I'm the man who you can't match Moneyman minivan full of brown
Pockets fat like I'm carrying a backpack A couple grand for the louie band napsack Understand I'm the man who you can't match Moneyman minivan full of brown
of my years, switch my full gears Original rudegal, poom poom pierce Uh, uh, uh! (c'mon, c'mon. C'mon, c'mon) [Foxy Brown (Singer) (Baby Cham)] Fox Brown
it real near I'm harder than a bulletproof vest wrapped around a steel pole Six shots all through your body like real soul James Brown or the Meters I'm
I'm nervous [Chorus:] I'm like hold up Wait, wait a minute I'm genuine with it I ain't tryna put no pimping in it I'm like hold up Can I talk to her?
Sugarhill, Fatback, Run-D.M.C., EPMD Fat Boys, Redhead Kingpin, Cool C and my man Kurtis Blow, yo.. [Chubb Rock] The battlefield, the synonym - call
and I'll do you in You avoidin a head-on collision (yeah) Pay insert incision, I'm the pinpoint precision Nigga play himself short to react I'm about to see green, like I'm
jabs hits and hey niggaz Cause I'm weird they call me Lemonhead, but I'm a Jawbreaker and I break a Bean, but I'm not from Boston I'm stronger, and faster
da dough. Show me tha money, show me da dough, i'm low i'm C.E.O got stacks on deck got hard got wet a bad bitch with me i'm hard she wet got raw got
c'mon) New York (c'mon) Detroit (c'mon) c'mon down! Miami (c'mon) L.A. (c'mon) Vegas (c'mon) c'mon down! Boston (c'mon) Tucson (c'mon) Long Island (c'
Bank account on cash rules Thats an example, so while I'm tappin your womb I'm laughin at you Spending your loot, on casual Jewels, and shoes Don't act
in background: Diddy] Take yo broke as home man This is big money talk right here This is the remix I see you Dorrough C'mon C'mon let's talk that shit
riches, snitches get stitches Call Mr. Planters cause I'm nuts about beaitches I'm a rapper baby, so don't trap with me a cabbage Now I'm outta here,
Drag-on] I'm That Hood, I'm Those Streets I'm Them Lyrics Enemies I'm That Weed, I'm That X I'm That Sex, That You Need I'm That Nigga, Wit Yo Wife Sound
I'm pushin for the single yo, c'mon Yo lock the door, uh huh Ya heard, uh, uh C'mon, yeah Y'all know who it is, or should I say what it is Uh, uh [Verse