This is a mean old world, baby to live in all by yourself Yes it's a mean old world, baby to live in all by yourself Yes, you can't get the woman you
would think I got it made, better look again I got a Butler, got a maid, and a mansion The belief is that I'm living out a millionaires fantasy With phantoms
to bring It?s an everyday life for the Reepa King [Refren] [Strofa 3] ? B-Real I got the cream of the crop My crop means cream When it?s time to bag
The whole damn world is mad at me But I don't give a damn, I'm just glad to be All pain and the fame a society, actuality, it's a formality How can I
Gave that pussy a scar and told her good lookin You s a crack baby that means your momma paid me You can't even blame it that's what the hood made me [
: (with Bun B) [Bun B - Verse 1] Now when it come to making money I'm a printing press When it come to being Trill I'm a litmus test I run it like a
B-I-G or Martin Luther King back? It's all about love and happiness, word to Al Green I mean that as i lean back in a clean 'Lac Thinking about never
Bronx Queens collaboratin I.G. Off and Hazadous Another winna, DJ spinna 97, uh, bring it bring it NYC, NYC... I like to zone, slip into a world of my
*} Watcher! [Jay-Z] Jeah.. uhh.. it's what I do for a livin nigga Eat for a livin nigga {*watcher*} That's how I live for a livin nigga.. {*watcher*}
Couple chicks by my side, let's ride All I need... That new coupe (got that) A doo-rag and a pocket full o' loot (got those) A sunny day some chicks that
OH (And is it?) YEA-EAH (And is it?) OH OH (And is it?) YEA-EAH (And is it?) OH OH (And is it?) YEA-EAH (And is it?) {"No one man should have all that
these world of payment I'ma get it how I live it or die trying to make it A chance I'll take it if its worth it cuz I'm all about money My name speaks
weed Yes indeed, the session you need to retrieve it It's ten niggas in a circle smokin a spliff, believe it Retrieve it, over the counter, can you conceive it
that you a liar liar liar liar Let a grand hang out, let a grand hang out Dip deep into your pockets, let a grand hang out Let a grand hang out, let a
Recorded in my hometown Queensbridge That's why it's so relative This biography was unauthorized I spit it how it was given to author Nas William changed
Trevor Trevor's still locked up, Lake's gettin his cheddar Cory changed his name to ahh, whatever Cornchip, Buckwheat look-a-like? It's 'Mega Right, '
him What's next? I guess it's for Nas to ether him Ya'll awaiting an MC burial This is ethereal, FM stereo to XM radio What does it mean he thoreal? Hmm
Tommy guns to MAC Tens it's Q.B.'s newborn killers. Verse 3: (Ruc) 96 buildings of children, guns, and bad feelings Q.B. see we rep by the Millions
