(feat. Horse, Nas) [Nas] Million dollar homes platinums filled with alot of stones Bitches on, every new nigga dick who rich If the street could speak
Lamborghini door Raisin' up, closin' down, so the panties 'bout to go She know she won't be way down in her tummy And she even clean so nicely just hopin' I get
fall This is for my dogs Down to die for yours Extreme Venom No mercy When we all up in 'em Cut em Down To hell is where we send them My whole team Trying
fame [Chorus] (Bust nigga bust) Comin to a ghetto near you (hell yeah) Street fame it's true (Only Makaveli the Don can put it down like this, Hey Nas
Am I wrong cause I wanna get it on till I die? Am I wrong cause I wanna get it on till I die? Get it on till I die Get it on till I die Y'all, Y'all
(feat. Krayzie Bone) Am I wrong cause I wanna get it on till I die? Am I wrong cause I wanna get it on till I die? Get it on till I die Get it on
on me And we're back at square one again [Nas] Don 3, can't get with me Y'all just a child-child Maybe I can get you with little Sammie and Bow Wow
the telly she use all three holes Man you know me I just go with the flow Just a touch, a blow, a lil' bit [Verse 1] And it's on, up and down she like
she use all three holes Man you know me I just go with the flow Just a touch, a blow, a lil' bit [Verse 1: 50 Cent] And it's on, up and down she like
leave you with options, like die or hit the deck I'm a thug poet, you know what I came for, the dough Clap-clap, y'all niggas get the fuck on the floor, floor [Nas
can get it While I'm ballin she by my side wit me But if some shit jump off she aint gone ride wit me Get out the club bitch (Chorus) Get out the club
Keep my rent split up Get outta line, I get you hit up [Wooo!] Now if you say my name in your rhyme, watch what you say You get carried away, you can get
So, keep it on the low But everybody who's somebody already know A few words for any nigga that get hit the fuck up My advice if you get shot down, is get
t come at me high Last rapper that raised his voice to me, got japped in da eye Now if I say I'm gone get you, I'ma get ya On da strength of da inf, from
paper stack when I'm filthy Funny how a nigga get the screw facing at me Anyhow, they aint got the heart to get at me I'll get down, southsides the hood
mind again You must be trippin' on some of that Voodoo i been throwin' down When you're high and lost in the clouds Then you know it's time to get down
I wrote down on a piece of paper Bump Bump Bump Call up Puff Daddy ask him if he wanna do a verse with me Take that, Take that Real Pimps get down on