you went to Hell anyway IT'S NOT FUNNY! IT'S NOT FUNNY! IT'S NOT FUNNY! IT'S NOT FUNNY! It's.. IT'S NOT FUNNY! IT'S NOT FUNNY! It's.. IT'S NOT FUNNY!
went to hell anyway It's not funny, it's not funny, it's not funny, it's not funny It's, it's not funny, it's not funny, it's, it's not funny
let's get it) Ain't shit funny (uhh) shake it honey (let's get it) Take it money, now let's get it (let's get it) [P. Diddy over Chorus] This, is, the
's get it) Ain't shit funny (uh) Shake it honey (Let's get it) Take it money Now let's get it (Let's get it) [G-Dep] Creep with your people, though my
up that's just how it goes down It don't matter if you an industry nigga or a regular nigga It don't matter, if you got it and I need it I want it 50
, at fully (break bread!) you shruggin' it off Keep it electric, sure, But NY Electra's not about electric wars Never seen a poor man's glimpse set fake
g's from the south And if it's anger, I'm ready to shuv that in a nigga mouth Bitch it's the devil, better not test me funny Oomp Camp in dis bitch Where
my, it's like this!) It's like that y'all! (No, uh-uh, it's like this!) It's like that y'all! (No, uh-uh, it's like this!) It's like that y'all! (No,
it like this - I did it like that I did it with a whiffleball bat So I'm on the run - the cop's got my gun And right about now - it's time to have some
Yo it's not easy at the top Which is why we play the back Not to say that we don't strive In fact, to be exact It's a one-sided coin Gotta know how to
it on (I pass it on, I pass it on, I pass it on...) [Peace] I be flingin' stones at yo' dome and yo' +Jet-son+ and +Elroy's+ El Dorado drivin' while
bloodstream Everytime we be rippin' it be blowing it down Blowing you off fuckin' wit' the hottest niggas around Like it's when me and my people run through your town Holdin' it
d die We like Thelma and JJ, Brandy and Ray J Anyone against C and C, pulled a AK Thinkin' 'bout sucking your dick, had me sick But if I lost my mind, you'd
mystery It's murda (It's a bloody murder) Ah it's murda (It's a bloody murder) Yeah it's murda (It's a bloody murder) Somebody tell 'em it's murda Murder
that feeling eventually Gon shrivel up, when reality turns it into misery And you niggaz is killing me, with your wanna-be-me's You a artist we bosses, the ones that funded c.d.'s
That's plenty of bricks, that's plenty of chips There's plenty of fine groupies, there's plenty of chicks Like dominatrix chicks, there's plenty of whips
s gettin big) (Jealous posses on my tip) (Posse's) (posse's) (posse's gettin big) (Posse's) (posse's) (posse's gettin big) (Posse's gettin big and my posse's
