might have gone, but what for I just couldn't bear it without you, I don't get around much anymore Don't get around much anymore
it don't make no sense Wrist so clean don't need no tense Watch so bright I don't need no light And no where word don't need no mic Niggas like yeah watch
the king with it And, you don't wanna come behind me with it bro Uggh, I killed this shit I ain't gotta rhyme no more [Twista:] Welcome to my hood where
You fuck around, you could get your ass smoked Look, its not a game, me B, I ain't playing Beep behind me player, so you here anyway You don't hear what
Warn Ya I'm the Only West Coast King Idiot I Mean I'll Get You In The Ring I'm As Shitty As Don King And Taking All The Money Before The Bell Ring Before
rocks Chi-town, Miami, Detroit I get much props Because I roll with the hardcore G Every street's the same street to me I don't bullshit I don't quit
fuck all that flirting I'm trying to get in some draws So put me on with these hoes homey's He said don't rush to get grown drive slow homey Drive slow
Y'all can keep y'all weak beats, from your corny producers There's a new king of the streets, you're gonna get used to I was the old king of the streets
: Yeah 1 - How many niggas that'll die for you How many get a quiche like the pie, wit you I ain't talkin' 'bout those that get high with you
Puff Daddy, Mase & Lil' Kim) How many niggaz that'll die for you How many get the keys like to ride wit you I ain't talkin' 'bout those that get high
If you aint suckin no dick we don't need it, we don't need it Kim: If you aint lickin no clits, we don't want it, we don't want it Ceas: If you aint
Lu (Dumb it down) They tellin' me that they don't feel you (Dumb it down) We ain't graduate from school nigga (Dumb it down) Them big words ain't cool
marinate, get nice and and stack riches (But it's B.Y.O.B.) Bring your own bud, brew, and bitches Ain't no set trippin', actin' ill and don't steal, for
by the time you get this letter It's four pages but my name ain't Aaliyah I don't know much about biology or chemistry Failed the S.A.T.'s, study Brooklyn
the time you get this letter It's 4 pages but my name ain't Aaliyah, what? I don't know much about biology or chemistry failed the SAT's, study Brooklyn
shit rocks Chi-town, Miami, Detroit, I get much props Because I roll with the hardcore G Every street's the same street to me I don't bullshit, I don't
You fuck around, you could get your ass smoked Look, it's not a game, me B? I ain't playing Beat behind me player, so you here anyway You don't hear what
Got To Get More Living Just Another Day AK Gun Play LA To The Bay Living Life In California Dough We Get That Dough Ooh We Got To Get More
