it No one in life quite like you, oh baby, you baby There?s no one in life quite like you, you No one in life quite like you baby, you Like you, like you
it No one in life quite like you, oh baby, you baby There's no one in life quite like you, you No one in life quite like you baby, you Like you, like you
, Bizarre Kid comin' at you Eminem and Fuzz, and Mr. Swifty, ha ha No one's iller than me (wha?) No one, no one is iller than me No one is iller than
where you could just fly? Is it nine-one-one or nine-eleven? 2pac can you tell me if there's thugs in Heaven? And a one-eighty-seven is a thing of
of that stuff That get you crashed out had you laid out like bums Peace Keana, what's up with your girlfriend Wanda She drive a green Honda, with legs like
But oh, oh, oh, you don't know You can't take one blow, no, no, no, no [Chorus] [La Banga:] It ain't nothing to knife you down, box you up Knock you
I ask why you laugh they say "you too little" One day you'll understand when you become a man 'bout things you have to get you Fast foward freeze frame
baby See back back then then if you had a car You were the Chi town version of Baby And I was just a virgin a baby One of the reasons I looked up to him
Michael Godfather 2, we replayed the Don's drama in school Article 2, my 16's are like Billion-dollar budget movie scene on big screens Al Green is doing
anyway Now picture La Habana The old streets with colonel air Problems can't be hidden But you'll find sweetness at you pass by The palms like El Che
two twin cutles's interior gator I call em' Now and Later cz they candy flavored You see I drive one now and drive the other one later Shit it's the new
: Still somehow I believe, we always survive.. but why? [Nas] To my dogs.. wherever you are Whattup Big? You know shit is rough after you slid You
pro ball players with white wives, peep they night lives while you could catch me in a crisp white five dark tinted, dijon-scented, with Al Green on
' and Henny straight and things loose puffin' the fruits, thug in a duece flaggin', pants saggin', fuckin' ya goose I'm like nothin' to you dumpin' the
pop bubbly, one for B.I.G. and one for Pac Nigga, trust me, I'm hot as they get, like Al Green Getting hit by a pot of them grits, yo, nahmeen? Y'all
you don't wanna test, it's cool T. Wright ain't no stoppin' us, we risin' urkin' plenty people When you switch from good to bad your good it brings you
: Al Green : I don't know why I love you like I do After all these changes you put me through You stole my money and my cigarettes And I haven't seen
baddest click, we hot and you not We rap and you talk, we floss and you watch We pass and jock, we get props you do not nigga Yeah, yeah.. [Hook] [