you wanna take another look away? Don't you wanna play the whole thing down? Don't you wanna take another look away? Don't you wanna take a look around
gave grandma hell Back forth in jail, stealing cars and shit Smoking 'gars and shit, bothering by the laws and shit But uh, believe I'll teach you another
a $10,000 bar tap Bitches think I'm jokin, stupid ??? in my lap I'm bout to drink some Domm P. fo' I leave this here And take another broad on V.L. to
: Whiskey bottles, and brand new cars Oak tree you're in my way There's too much coke and too much smoke Look what's going on inside you Ooooh that
waist (yeah) Francis, M to the iz-H phenominal (uh huh) Gun rest under your vest by the abdominal (yeah) Rhyme a few bars so I can buy a few cars (uh
] Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto we livin [Biggie] I know how it feel to wake up fucked up Pockets broke as hell, another rock to sell People look at
no cars with no 24's Shorties on my block is real, hard with they 44's I know some teenagers, that'll strip you like a female Take your jewels off, when
a very rich man He told me with sympathy: take caution If you wanna take my little girl's hand See money that I have might be good for something .. to another
a peace of mind I'm so close to Heaven, Hell I need some time Who cares about life, and the highs and lows Maybe I should write another song about pimps and hoes Cars
don't care about you 'cause the minute you fall off they'll find another Noreaga and they'll find another Capone-N-Noreaga and they'll find another B
house 5 cars The rent charged Comin up in the world don't trust nobody Gotta look over your shoulder constantly To be a rap superstar And live large A big house 5 cars
you wanna be a rock superstar? And live large, a big house, 5 cars, you're in charge Comin' up in the world don't trust no body Gotta look over your shoulder
his own ditch Up on the Hill fuckin' up at a party Tried to get funny, put a hole in his body Lala la la lala la laa Look at all of those funeral cars
s been money for muscle another whirligig money for muscle and another girl i dig another hustle just to make it big and rockaway rockaway and girl it looks
fumble the verse, keep going First take, I make mistakes, just keep it No punches, pull no punches, that's weak shit Fake shit if I ever take shit, I
was a V like Madonna, man Now you in the field runnin' plays like Donovan McNabb before you get in a cab I'll trade in my cab Just to take you back to
it bubble in the pot. When its dry it's hard like candy, butter cookies what you got. Break it down into some boulders, fifties look like butterscotch Now i'm on the streets, another
