tiny things A gradual increasing A mother nature's vengeance This wonderful world, on edge of falling Our wonderful earth, there's no point of denying This wonderful world
this world [the B.G.] That's why we ride through this world wit da black girl [Baby] Keep my nina for self protection [the B.G.] Just in case a reppin
to a hater YoU can put me in a dog-pannel or ya stash box Put me in ya night' tims a read box If you caught three and a halve you hustlin backwards Cop
ain't never touched a gat that I couldn't shoot, I learned not to trust the bitch from the prostitutes, was taught lessons A young nigga askin questions
This Week in Bible Prophecy] God has a plan -- and the bible unfolds that wonderful plan through the message of prophecy God sent Jesus into this world
could get away [Outro: 2Pac] You ain't got to go through all this drama and this stress with this old half a man, yaknowhatI'msayin? I ain't tryin to put you in a
: (feat. Lloyd Banks, Tony Yayo) This rap shit plays a major part IN my life So if you jeapordize it I got the right To send a mothafucka at you tonight
clap your hands y'all, c'mon, c'mon Clap your hands y'all, c'mon, c'mon Just clap your hands y'all, c'mon, c'mon Clap your hands y'all, c'mon, c'mon Just
That I really didn't mean (wrap me up) Hey, hey yea, yea, didn't I, oh baby (c'mon) Seen a lot of things in this old world When I touched them they
a fully-grown man, with a fully-blown plan, with a fully-loaded clip. I'm a go up in your shit. I don't play with little kids, I spank that ass, boy you
I wouldn't even take it if I wasn't gon' listen But look here, this here, some of y'all garbage I know you didn't feel it when a nigga didn't call ya
blood Gotta leave this world with somethan A realer nigga with more than I can handle The Drugs was at so that's were a mack Got caught up in a scandal Police ain't
Cutty Buddy, you don't wanna come against this Black fist, born to make history Born from the misery Grindin for a meal, searchin for a deal Pranced in
WHAT), keep on survivin (WHAT) [Chorus] [Beyonce] You thought I couldn't breathe without ya, I'm inhaling You thought I couldn't see without ya, perfect vision You thought I couldn't
A Maze ( Maze) Blowing On Shit I Can't Function It Gotta Be Something ( Go Ahead ) That You Doing That Got Me Unconscious ( Aye) All This Money This Fame This
a lot of shit I know it's hard fuckin with a nigga like me Yeah, you get a lot of respect for that shit Ridin with a nigga You know.. you might as well
don?ft usually come back this way From a place that was dark as I was in Just to get to this place Now let these words be like a switch blade to a haters
window and heard this guy shout "Hey that's my couch, bitch!" Pull a nine out during a rhyme bout While I'm rippin this shit, put a clip in it spit five
