in her eyes. And I just cant stop from coming back..... And you can tell her, that I wrote this song about her. And I feel like nothing without her, and
K And making money, is my authority Year Y2K, now my stocks done grew And we can make you dance, when you jamming Screw [DJ Screw scratching] [C-Note:] Baby I can make you
her first time, even sitting in a Benz Five hundred series, with the light blue lens And you can hear the wind, whenever the rims spin Sitting in my low, and
you plan to be rich There's ten rules to the game, but I'll share with you two Know, niggaz gon' hate you for whatever you do Now rule one -- get your
Where I know you from? Where I know you from? [G:] You just know me, baby. [2:] Where? Talk up I can't barely hear you. [G:] You know me from when
on We found a family spot to kick it Where we can drink liquor and no one bickers over trick shit A spot where we can smoke in peace, and even though
of us. Ladies love us and my posses kicking up dust. Its on till the break of dawn and were starting this party from dusk. Ladies and gentlemen, Dr.
The rap game, hip hop 101 The hardest nine to five you'll ever have You can't learn this shit in no history book You ready to rap motherfucker? You ready
tight And when you hear somethin, make sure you hear it right Don't make a ass outta yourself by assumin My music keeps you movin, what are you provin? You
keep on squeezin' If your lucky, you can run, and keep on breathin' (yeah) When my knife hit ya windpipe and you start wheezin' (huh) You put your hand over the hole, and
a gun to her head sayin' daddy come home You was rollin' poppin' bubbly, didn't think it get ugly In the hood shit is lovely until it go bad Now you can
thighs, you got me hypnotized, let me tell you Your hips, your thighs, you got me hypnotized, let me tell you Your hips, your thighs, you got me hypnotized
hater-ass niggaz I see you over there lookin I see you over there watchin bitch Witcha lookin ass All you hoes, I see you over there lookin When I file
M-P Lesson 1- first you should, pull a bitch fuck her good The next time tell her no, but the next time take her dough. Oh! you gotta watch your back
your dead and you'll never be sober So do another line pretend you can fly Leave through the window I can't watch you die So tell me again what goes through
rock steady my name's not Betty or Teddy, but Nick and I'm what you might call a heretic yes, and I am from Nebraska my girl is satisfied you can ask her you
you start getting the fears You can't steer? (you can't steer?) You can't hear? (you can't hear?) You ain't here, you can't steer clear? You wanna go
