yeah! But I'm a do me, you can say whatever I'm a G! ... guess it's a sad think my... is magic! I remember I never I never said December was cold, But
, yeah! But I'mma do me, you can say whatever I'm a G! ..guess it's a sad think my... is magic! I remember I never I never said December was cold, But
I see you plottin schemin tryin to snake And when you do I'm a give it to you special delivery [Chorus: P. Diddy] (I want that) Special delivery!!!
[Puff Daddy] I thought I told you that we won't stop, I thought I told you that we won't stop, I thought I told you that we won't stop, I thought I told
But I'm not gonna cry I'm a Bad Boy killa Jay-Z die too Looking out for Mobb Deep Nigga when I find you Weak mutha-fuckas don't deserve to breathe How
So Much Pain [Chorus: Butch Cassidy {Styles P.}] I'ma solider 'till I die {I'ma die a thug} Keep standin' by my side I'll admit i'm gettin' high
planted on the concrete High-top fade, with no need for a blonde streak Now let me chill, it's a sign of maturity And I would never steal a chant from a
heat man Dig it the M.O.B. baby. I'm so hurt!! Fa sheezy. Fa sheez. [Verse 1: Bart] I fold the cash then I hit away juss a thug fo the money, no
Some of them method to blow chrome, a common home From the P-Now, when P-O keep a tab on your style Seein if your piss is foul And daily thoughts on
I leave the crib I make sure I don't forget shit Mac check Clip check Vest check I'm ready to roll Its no contest I'm the Codeez from the East Niggas mad I'm
I play I stay I'm goin for mine I'm young I'm black I'm rich and yes I'm ghetto than the motherfuckin project steps I'm cool I'm calm you lookin real
your own benefit Cause then it's gonna get to the point Where it escalates to some other shit Then I'm a flip, then I'm a get to \"Stomping in my Air
your own benefit Cause then it's gonna get to the point Where it escalates to some other shit Then I'm a flip, then I'm a get to "Stomping in my Air
let your people feel your awkward I tame I'm not lame Get gassed up to get blast up Real B.I.G. style watch the kid break it down Check it, thou shalt
getting robbed This is how we do Brooklyn style boy you know what I'm sayin? [50 Cent] R.I.P B.I.G, R.I.P P-A-C, R.I.P niggas that wanna OD Aiyyo the
fucking with a P-I-M-P (Chorus) (Verse 2) I'm bout my money you see, girl you can holla at me If you fucking with me, I'm a P-I-M-P Not what you see
huh) I know you like my style (Uh huh) You like how I break it down (Uh huh) I know you like style (Uh huh) You like how I break it down I know you like