where did they go, where did they go [B-Real:] There's a new kid in town climbin the charts but still He's alright, but he's not real Regardless they
imma country guy You represent the north so you love hip- hop And im straight up out the south so imma bout that drop But lets get real for a minute baby
x) B-Real: Whatta you know? The nigga stole my dough So I reached in the closet for the 4-4 [Whatta you know?] Jus' hold on, just wait a minute It'
Ima street magician and I keep on taking pretty girls to lenox New mustang with 80 in it watch her spend all 80 in 80 minutes Sacks are full real true
flows Still rippin shows, Rob Base let me get ill yo! It's the O.G., (who?) R to the O-B B to the A-S-E, reppin N.Y.C. I toured the country, since I
to em all night [Chorus:] It had prime time Rollin thru the city on that M6 Heavy on the radio station Playin my, oh In a minute she gon be rite up
like 6:30 And Cole keep a thick bitch I like to call Big Shirley All my '90s niggas is gon' get it 18 and under, that's prolly gon' take a minute I'ma
for his cash and spend it like B-diem(echo) Ah-yo the rap shit is ill kid you make mad dough but still hit your crew off it aint slink-real show some
going down 2003, Do or Die, J.P., Twista still [Verse 1] Well, when I heard a knock at the door Must of been the girl that I met on the lo She real thick
J.P., Twista still Well, when I heard a knock at the do Must of been the girl that I met on the low She real thin, nice shape, 5'4" Had a few here so
riiide? In the backseat, of a caddy Chop it up, with do or die Verse one: belo Seven double oh p.m. Fly low to them hoes in the b-m Sippin
Q.B. since 1933 to 9 6 Check the shit, 9 6 Escobar 600, check the shit My mindset, son got wet, I'm vexed really They snatched off his Rolex, smacked
sign it slow Every minute on the clock is money so I gotta go Minutes addin up so you can say that I'm the Minute Man Pulling up in my truck and all the
me on a golf kart bitch You wanna start shit, I'll be right here 5 years in the game, 6 million dolla crib If I get it how I leave, wait a minute I'd
[Chorus - B-Real] I'm a little bit off the chain, you can call me insane, but the fact remains That I'm a psycho Better get it through your brain was
Chorus - B-Real] I'm a little bit off the chain, call me insane, but the fact remains That I'm a psycho Better get it through your brain, when you
the floor was kinda cold so I put on my kicks Walked to the kitchen and ate some cornflakes As I bop to a tape of Cut Creator's breaks With hardcore, heavyweight, b
out I just black out, and blow they motherfuckin back out That's a real nigga for ya [Chorus: 50 Cent] (2x) We the realest nigga 50 Cent and B.I.G. my
