means the world to me. It gets so hard for me to express the things I need to say and tell the things that mean the most to me, but I'll start with
dit How'd you like me? now! Los chicas da la terra, toccame la cabeza Yo! I hit the hotel after the party or the lobby like a Mardi Gras got drinks, smoke
me wait One more moment for my life to start... ENSEMBLE Good morning, good morning Waiting for my life to start TRACY (& ENSEMBLE) I love you Baltimore Every day's like
when I'm high I'ma outlaw baby I'll be thugging 'till I die In drop-top double r Life as a rap star Hustle like a crack fiend 'Till they catch me
t no freestyle battle, all you suckers gettin' killed with your Mouths open Tryin' to come up off of me you and the clouds hopin', smokin' dope It's like
-- and my homies all singin' to it, 3oh...3oh!3, I ain't callin' for a close-up, No clubs, no cars, bitches with the nose jobs, No dubs, no stars, I'
you want to, Ride in a big limousine? Tell me do you want to, Take a little bite of the fame machine? If you wanna be discovered, End up on the cover of every star
the radio, it's the delinquent Coz Tabby nimble, Tabby quick Watch the girls falling over Taboo's stick I watch it like that, and I watch it like this
Intro (Radio News Break)] "Ladies and Gentlemen, we interrupt our program of Dance Music, to bring you a special bulletin from the intercontinental radio
t supposed to turn out like this I only popped out for a banana milkshake And a supersized pack of chips It wasn't supposed to turn out like this Cos
a nuh, done bad Nuh Spongebob Bwoy dis, end up inna body bag Toe tag Escape pon bicycle Mi don't drive jag 50 get nine shot 3-star gi nine stab DNA test
: [Intro:] Sound It Too much voilence Yo, too much blood a run star Too much marror pan tar Too much gun Too much man a dead Some a dem a lose dem head
: [Verse 1:] Lights on, stage set. I guess I gotta put on a show yeah cause everyone's waiting. Females, fly jets. When I turn the radio on I hear all
tables to my old song, getting... And you never see me with a couple bottles of Chris trying to pick up on a chick Like bitch you want this? That ain't classy The radio
ain't nothin like Bein a hip hop star [Chorus 1: Classified w/ ad libs] A hip hop star? Yeah, a hip hop star Yo, a hip hop star? Canadian hip hop star
: Top Back, Hands Up, Radio On With my girlfriend, just us, they playing our song and yeah Ain't nothing like a summertime ride Ain't nothing like the
?m a grab it Turn around stares to your face then I jab it Drop you, like one of those ill bad habits Hunt you, like a hillbilly huntin? a rabbit Cuttin
cat comin' out Lookin' like me, soundin' like me, next year I know this They'll be a flipside, do whatchu you do Somebody'll try to spin off like some