our ground 'Cause we takin' over, one city at a time Said we takin' over, one city at a time Said we takin' over, one city at a time Said we takin' over
to keep that Ca$h Money like big city, I got a girl, I got a boy I'm big city I gotta rep my city, C-Ridin', durrt bags dro hound, let's go get it Dade
that's comin from the same turf as you's (NIGGA) what nerve of you's (NIGGA) Pissed cause your hustles ain't worth a shit (NIGGA!) I'm gettin rich, I
woman but it ain't shit funny (ha) I'm posted in the trap and my country boys comin I'm hood rich bitch, still servin two dummies I'm gettin on your
say I aint livin' right But it aint my fault you misplaced your light Replaced your wife with some 2 bit missy Now she's gettin' fucked up in Detroit city
: Verse One: Big Boi, Andre From the bottom of my lungs a nigga be blowin, spittin his game Comin up on ya from the South, the A-T-Liens aint changed
red right right through your throaht!, Thats right had it over, 'An tell your boss, We run these streets, Let somebody find out, We comin back ahunred
comin' from the same turf as yas What nerves have yas Pissed because your hussles ain't worth a shit I'm gettin' rich I'm on my way to Hugh Hefner
the curb (the curb) Go on get your friends baby girl Im likin (like it) when you swerve (you swerve) Tell me can u drive a stick If not (if not) can you learn (you learn) Coz you comin on me like bitch the first time Give me your birthdate and your
zoop zoop [Verse: Nelly] You can find me, same city, same state Carryin' more weight, fishin' wit more bait More license plates than your DMV Takin' more total request than your
the shitty bay Expectations ain't so big, checkout some ah the things I did On now I want my own home and some shit once Gangsta make it rich Playa playa
tippin' the scale, have you hittin' the canvas In Kansas, they call me Rich Rock, not for my cracks My fingers be wearin' big blocks, bitch, you can get
City chosen niggaz We stole this, on our road to riches I'll show you the golden picture, glow, lock Product is fears, I'm soda pop, like Hova, Pac, and Big
I'm right across the water, knowin that the city don't sleep But for the mill-ions, feel me y'all, comin in peace Misfit, from out of the Big East [Chorus
and M3's Smoke weed from overseas pimped out styled Rol-eys Fuck the police keep my wallet obese Who the, Windy City woman still still comin and gunnin
I'm a 7-Trey Chevrolet Impala DUNK ridah. I'll blow ya doors off. You race your car 'gainst my car, I'll leave your ass so far you'll doze off. And
your north plan, I'm guaranteed to come well Like a reverse doormat, 64 bit Sega, 80 proof Congac and toll free pagers I'm still comin out like inborn
on the M-I-C Tryin to stack my tips, comin in a big ole ride With all that bumpin side, livin up in your eyes, surprise Hangin on the corners where the
