lose it, chopper, ready to shoot it The head buster, Apple and Eagle, B.G., still a sinner I got his body stank behind the Carrollton shoppin center [Juvenile] Baby
took a turn crazy, it's all gravy Thanks to 50 Cent and Shady, they gon' play me These lil' niggaz can't fade me, they just babies Play me I'm arm crazy
crew (Nigga what) We hold it down like we supposed to Nigga you can front if you want, we be poppin? them thangs [50 Cent] After the VMAs my baby momma
tell you anything But the truth When I can't tell you anything But the truth What happens to an eagle's nest in a storm How does the mama Keep the baby
wit a knife in your navel Rap-related criminally activated and evil I wouldn't wanna be you behind my fuckin Desert Eagle Till the end, I'm tellin
Have you runnin' for ya life when I match ya boy I get to wavin' that semi, like its legal A lil nigga hurt his arm lettin' off that eagle You know me
And rock a by baby I'm in the blue Jag, with new tags In case you wanna chase I never knew that, the impact Comin' up out a desert eagle'll Make a nigga
you wanna: the clip, - the ladder, banana I bet when I squeeze it, niggas scatter! (AAHHH!) The hoes; that's a whole different story. Find out the baby
vick against the eagles Call myself a king Cause I'm regal To be this hot is not legal But we don't care Listen baby it's a fact That If you drop back
Well, mountain lions found me there waitin' And set me on a eagles back Well, mountain lions found me there, And set me on a eagles wing (Its' the eagles wing, baby
on baby rock on be the eagle ya wanna be Don't worry bout a love like me do what ya wanna to do I said Rock on baby I'm not gonna beg ya to stay Momma
beginners, follow me like twitter, follow me like twitter, follow me, follow me, As I'm sittin on top of my ego, that's the world and I'm flyer than an eagle
begginers, follow me like twitta, follow me like twitta, follow me, follow me, As I'm sittin on top of my ego, that's the world and I'm flyer than an eagle
And in the midnight hour (baby,baby) I gave you everyting you wanted (wanted) I gave you everything you needed (mmm) But you just didn't do right (no,no) So baby
good lookin You s a crack baby that means your momma paid me You can't even blame it that's what the hood made me [Verse 7: Baby] Martin Luther King
on the inside, but flash on the outside I am the thunder, and you are my lightning Give me the love, baby, give me the key to your heart Give me the love, baby
of many nations flying high above her head The cellophane still on the flowers The telegram still in her hand As whispers circulate all day Their back-stage baby
