you're story? Now you're a man! (Man!) A man, man, man! Now you're a man! (Man!) A maney maney man! A man, man, man! (Man!) You are now a man You
fearin' nothin' - you're in front me, you get chopped I'm hot, dog - keep that glock and it's cocked, dog First time you're caught off your game, you
is that to say? Fuckin'-up my pay, better get a nigga straight (??) in a hurry I'll have your mommy black eyes blurry You better worry if you're dippin
of marijuana Pounds and pounds of cocaine You have never seen a black man drop off A kilo load of cocaine out of a plane You've never seen this Yet it
you acting You love me let me hear you say you love me Oh now you don't wanna say it cause everybody listening Ahh you full of shit man It's cool it's cool You love me later You
run through your head Are you lonely without Mommy's love? I want you to know I'd die for that moment You're just a poor girl Afraid of this cruel world
[Chorus: Obie Trice] {"Cryyyyy now"} Cry now {"Cryyyyy now"} Cry now {"Cryyyyy now"} Cry now {"Cryyyyy now"} Nigga cry now [Kuniva] I'll be damned
snare, while my iris cut down the glare Walk a road the great length you find too long to measure My Clan a make me rhyme like D. Banner under pressure
s a bad word You had to whip it till your wrist hurt You shoulda holler'd at Gucci or Block Got'chu a dime to a ? a block I'm knocked diamonds and I never
Now you niggas hate me You can't see me motherfucker your focus is off You can't be me motherfucker, you're broke and you're soft Too many niggas try
go? Save your souls now Got to stay strong Hang hang hang on Hanging on hanging on Til the old man bangs a gong G is for greed O is for order V
where you go, you are what you are player And you can try to change but that's just as hot player Man, you was who you was 'fore you got here Only God
Rell] We're the ones with the flame (Jay-Z: "Yeah") We're the fire that remains (Jay-Z: "Turn Rell up a little bit") We're controllin' the game from now
position you hold? Can you really match a triple platinum artist buck by buck by only a single goin gold? Roc-A-Fella ship fold, and you're left out in
in the main streem no doubt now there is one you say he sold out face it you don't hate the fact that I'm rhymin' you hate the fact that you aint in the
a little bit of love an affection Oh, I'd do anything just to be with you, girl! You tell me what you want girl, You tell me what you need You know you
a horse and carriage that was covered with gold Well, you wanted to be different and still fit in I wonder if you feel different at all now that you're
you in your stomach, watch you start gaggin' Who gives a fuck if you're platinum? If you're lyin' in a wooden casket For good, now that's Hood... [Chorus
