that's the bad guy! You need people like him, can point cha fingas! Huh?! (yeah yeah) the fuck you know about this shit?! You ready to die?! O - K A Y
And he out by seven o'clock (p-YOON) Cause I'm a baller, thought I told ya Blue rocks lightin up my shoulders (bling!) See y'all niggaz know y'all need
izz-O, V to the izz-A That's the anthem get'cha damn hands up H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A Not guilty y'all got to feel me H to the izz-O, V to
to the Grammy's, pop bottles on the White House lawn Guess I'm just the same old Shawn Chorus [Jay-Z] I'm from the M-to-the-A-baby-R-C-Y So it's hard
feat. Mariah Carey, Young Jeezy) [Intro - Jay-Z (Jeezy)] Uh Uh Uh Uh H-O-V & MC H-O-V Young Jeezy (YEAAHHHH) H-O-V & MC H-O-V Young Jeezy I know Y'all
: Y'all want to live my life Y'all just can't live my life Y'all want to live my life Y'all just ain't fit to live my life [Verse 1] Since a youngin
, blaow, blaow [Verse 1:] I'm fin to get on this TV and put shit down, I ain't fin to let these light skin niggaz come back in style I'm fin to turn
that I'm playin'? I'm strictly sprayin' Out this game, from my year Knowin' I'm real, because I'm steel O-G-P, A-M-P, must not come out stackin' little
time To hear real I'll beats combinated with rhymes Brought to you by the person at the T-O-P That be G-O-D, and I be T-I-P The promoter of the flyness
the hat off I'm a third year freshman, I started with the best of them But now them niggas done passed me, I'm just a baby daddy O.G. Original Goofball
the do' (door) on that nigga he ain't rollin wit us [Chorus: 2x] We spending money like whateva (whateva) You see me poppin bottles at the bar It feel like now or never (never) Please don't put'cha bet down mo' If it ain't four or better I'm
tell me how yo' ass gon' run, from a C-Z-P-O-1? In the midst of real steel movers, you a loser Merk you wit'cha own shooters All you want is a name
dealin' with veterans now (Nas) AZ y'all, c'mon c'mon c'mon (AZ) We tryin' to win y'all (JOE) Now Nas, AZ and J-O-E [AZ] I'm back, no Belve, just bottles
got a truck sittin on sprewells My flow tight as h-e-l-l [Verse One] If you is a h-o-e get a j-o-b I'm h-o-t on the t-o-p Mister Mosely get the b-a-t
I'm high) There I go again, blowing a spliff When I exhale, it's like I'm blowing a kiss (konichiwa bitches) [Chorus: Method Man] N.Y.C., is all I see
, no body hustle quick to hate on them boys Ain't playin' with toys, in fact y'all might bust cuz I'm bored You callin' the court ask me for six I laugh
: [Intro] Uh Yeah! Primo Big money cow My man Pos M.O.P. First Family Ya know I'm go Street shit Yo! [Verse 1] Open your eyes bitch, the hardest thing
shit together [Verse 2 - T.I.] Hey, I'm off the scene with Louis the thirteenth Chains swings to my jeans, and my T-shirt clean In case you been researching, I'm