be just fine I'll be just fine, I'll be just fine, I'll be just fine I'll be just fine, I'll be just fine, I'll be just fine
hood still love me Go to the club, me and my dawgs still pop up late Go the mall and these hoes still wanna touch me Can't help it, I'm thuggin, its just
as long as it's not mine And I'm a be fine I'm stronger then white line If ya girl ain't home till the early morn She's probably with the g-unit geting
the blue Denali There's room for two, just me and you, if you 'bout it Ice from Tiffany & Co., Norma Kamali footwear I spend g's, I'm a G, that's a good
cases of a drug dealer Real thugs, where you at? Yo a motherfucking army Do it to them Do it to them They love the way we do it to them We do it
my people at Where my people at? Show me where my people at All my niggaz now, just my niggaz come Where my niggaz at? Just my niggaz now Be friends,
Shot nigga can we get paid man? Can we just go there and sock this shit up? Hey, we smokin, and we ain't hard to fine Drinkin and shit, fuckin with some
converse] [G:] Hello? [2:] Hello? who is this? [G:] Is this Tupac? [2:] This is who? [G:] Is this Tupac? [2:] Yeah, it's Tupac. Who dis? [G:] Hi
Come On!) [Kangol Slim] Oh, I like a bitch with a G-string, a fine pretty thing One that don't give a fuck, and like to let it hang Love it when she
a nigga rise up They tryin' to size up, but punk nigga, wise up! I pack my 9, yeah, I'm fine, and I chill with it Shoot 'em in a minute and just deal
thang look fine It's got to be dem G-string 'cause I ain't seen no panty line For those of y'all who don't know, just what that Puddin Tame mean, It's
Here's another one And another one Uhh, uhh, what? [Verse Two: Notorious B.I.G.] Girl you look fine, like a windface Rolex, you just shine I like
love. It's just that they talk too much. You just never know who to trust. And just when you get enough: a target you will become. That's just the [? ] [
around for my mojo Feelin so see... Cause I'm floatin in ecstasy (Alright) Ahh, my nigga just call up the homie To hook us up on that liquid G An if these
Here And He Wants Your Soul To Rot With His In Hell, Hell Till Again They Can Put A Nigga In Jail When I'm Just Tryin' To Get High But I Used To Sell
ve been spending my time I'm still searching for a fine peace of mind Decent jubee running it down the line [Yami Bolo] A little child has grown And he'g got love
need you by my side, cause uh ever since we first locked eyes (locked eyes) visualing all the dreams inside, makes me sit around and realize (realize) boy you're love is just
I just, close my eyes and curve my mouth Open my mind and words come out You're eclectic, you're creative You the picture, girl, I just painted I
