TV that's the reason that I'm fed up [Chorus x2] Who be, I be, Class Verbal drug pusher Yall can check his pulse through your subwoofer, and Who me,
alone And check your toe cause my line will spit This right heres as high as it gets Somebody likes it..the hell Cause you stepped on the sex But guess who
Are you ready for the new sensation Well here's a shot heard 'round the world All you back room boys salute When her flag unfurls Well guess who's back
block (Let's Go!) And then we Ball! [x7] (That's all we know how to do... Who invented this thing!) Now we run the city (M.I yayo what it do!) Motherfuck
: (Feat. Alicia Keys) Money just changed everything, I wonder how life without it would go From the concrete who knew that a flower would grow Lookin
the Marilyn Monroe?s who?s there before it all I guess thats how it goes they hear about your cons or focus on your pro?s and love you for who you are
jordans I want this shit forever, wake up and smell the Garden Fresher than the harvest, step up to the target If I had one guess than I guess I'm just
didn't know last year Who the f-ck are y'all I swear it feels like the last few nights we've been everywhere and back But I just can't remember it all
him right now and needed him him back then. But back then I was act-in', Now-a-days I serve back-hands with back-spin. Tryin' to prove rappers are intelligent
12th Street, Rosa Parks Was a young prodigy who had flows to spark Surrounded by killers, thieves, pimps, hoes and narcs Dead bodies in the allies, back
got there yet Think I'll start all over Swing my guitar over my back I'm gonna get myself back on the track I'll never, never ever look back I'll never
guess it doesn?ft matter now, does it What difference it make? What it take to get it through your thick skulls As if this aint some bullshit People don?ft usually come back
I want this shit forever wake up and smell the garden Fresher than the harvest Step up to the target If I had one guess than I guess I'm just New Orleans
Jordan?s, I want this shit forever wake up and smell the Garden, fresher than the harvest step up to the target, if i had one guess than I guess im just
snapping at me with your shirt bastard And I still have to get you back for that shit And by the way them playboy rings My mother stole from you Well I finally got em back
for bringing it back For the history of rap It's gone with a snap, a sneer and a clap What happened to just spittin about living in the muthafucking city
You were a good thief, you taught me what to steal, I Guess you know by now how much I took from you for real. I'll give it all back To you next parole
never text you back I'm a hustler trying to figure what my next move's at Ironic it's not my first time here, but guess who's back? My friends is... in
