stay up on top of things, the ???? life we was livin Strictly business, we was in this to win it all Didn't give a fuck if no others didn't love us,
Oahoahohhh.. talk to them CPO.. [Verse One] Permit me to kick some licks, a bodacious flow Occupation - looney motherfucker; set I claim - the Row So
fan (x4) Tout c'que t?as besoin d'savoir (J'suis mon propre fan) Je suis la personne qui me faut (J'suis mon propre fan) La facon qu'j'rep, c'est fat
, yo Chief, pass the Buddha [Chorus] [Verse Three: 50 Cent] When I was young my M.O. was to go hand-to-hand And even my P.O. she called me the Ginger
in my Pants (in my pants, in my pants), shawty got me so excited [Verse 1:] We got tha E-A-C-I-T-P, I wonder if she feel the same way about me She shakin
tilt man, quarter o to the brain Smokin' like blunt after blunt my niggas insane Other niggas can't hang, it's a BONE thing How a nigga like me smoke
: [Intro - P. Diddy] Yeah, (Hey yo, turn my mic on) Booba (Yo), the champ is here (Yeah like that), the champ is here All you other motherfuckers, sit
is no need for a remix It's CiCi, T.P. we be T-H-E B-E-S-T I, R-I-P every M.C. On their S-O-N-G I stop that beat so I can speak one more word of unique
Rap:] [Male] Mami what u want from a playa like me Out in the streets, livin O.C. [Mocha] Papi what u want from a honey like me Ghetto soup(?), hot Don P
Brra-Tat-Tat" so you betta watch out Ouch! [Rick Ross:] Bitch I got money too "Trilla" album comin' soon Triple C's, 305, B-O-E give us room Whip
P P P Peep this We got bottles over here Kush is in the air.. we good ( O. D. O.D.) Bithces over there.. we good (O. D. O. D.) Money on the floor we
don't listen gettin' lots of flack I be the do wa diddy up and down you block and The 10 karat Kid with my triggers cockin' The K the I the D R-O-C K
: Come on Come on [ VERSE 1 ] Do this, ugh, come on, come on Time to get wreck and kick the so on and so on The I-c-e-T O.G. M.C. L.A.P.D. H-a-t-
they be" Let's peel their caps back Let's peel their caps back Twelve o'clock midnight, posse was airtight Twenty-five cars, under the streetlights Some people talked, while others
part yo neden lips hehhe people wanna ride wit dem or us jaguar with Ken or a simple bus fuck you then we don't need you hoes I.C.P forever with the juggalos
: Ohhh, ohh, oh, oh, oooooh (Dear God, bring our P.O.W.'s home) Ohhh, ohh, oh, oh, oooooh (And bring our brothers on lockdown, home - amen) [R. Kelly
is a un-usual musical I conductin You lookin at the black Warren Buffett so all critics can duck sic I don't care if you C. Delores Tuck-it Or you Bill O
