in the motherfuckin' projects With a - with a Sebring, and with - with a rag off Y'na'mean? Y-you not ballin' like that play-boy Straight up, then the
me up from the precinct - I was a knucklehead You told me when I frowned up my face & pout "I brought you in this world, boy, I'll take you out" Daddy
spend hard Make you want all, of her love She's a maneater Make you buy cars Make you cut cards Make you fall real hard in love She's a Maneater, make
approach her, it all look Kosher But there was kids runnin' up with posters And I was startin' to lose sight of chauffer So I had to say nice to know
limo cuz now I'm a sex symbol Intercontinental, L.A. airplay, just like Jay Leno Now all the labels out wanna send a memo To do a remix ya'll, but Mase say
is the only way that Bad Boy plays Fuck them hoes, have them girls recoverin' for days A nigga like me, I have a girl head in a daze And I never eat
doubted When we screamed and we shouted Our vision was clouded it was hard to deal The terrible weather somehow just made us better We did it together and we kept it real
Got A Murcielago I Got A Mclaren For It Balla Of The Year I Oughta Win A Award I Got Money Offshore That I Made Off Tour Cash Stashed In A Paper Bag From A
[Verse 3] Outta all the niggaz I was wit when I was doin wrong 3 in the fed, 1 doin life, and 2 dead and gone Knew there was more to life than sellin
here to japan wanna toast to romance do a victory dance throw my arms to the sky i could cry love is real love is true i?ll skydive give myself a high
move the police keep count make it real fuckin' easy to get streched out I was at the funeral when it all began You know the painful transition from a boy
revenge Cockin them hammers, It was a woman, A grandma Shot in her pajamas, An arrest and a trial God, I was just a child With a talent to rhyme because
to me and I'ma tax a dude Duck the Feds and drama like I duck my baby momma Sometimes I play it sour - what you thought was yay was flour I pull whatever
take 4 nikkas to get straight The only hot boy even off this plate Young weezy baby, that's what ya bitch say Give her ass a location and a template Show
keeps a peep and there's a block on the phone And all of this is enough to make a brother's nerves bad Reminds me of a sitution that I once had Spent
a new year, a new fear, and I'm nuclear Let's play a friendly game of who can ruin who's career I'm a Killafornia B-boy, you like one of Heavy D's boys
then I after-school niggas like detention It's a chinch to bag bitches now But I remember they was dissin when I was broke, I was good for nothing But
geek [VERSE 3] He tried a new wardrobe and a brand new hat And for the flatland thugs he carried a gat It was peace shooter, just a .25 automatic But anything was