didn't cop a deal Rap slate like big weight You buy, I sell, we split big cake Uh uh, just move your little thing Move it around and shake your little
you drive that bitch off the lot, lot, lot Would he still be the latest, most wanted, doggonit you want it He got it-type nigga 'round the town, town, town
So if you got beef let the whole world know it Yaun take it to the streets let the whole world know it It's the chance for your big career, don't blow
understand little me Was in you to side me Papa was player, player wasn't papa Papa loved the ladies Never got enough of Pretty brown round Running round town
largest and notorious projects, Queensbridge Listen while Nas saves his hood from the most cowardest rappers (Nas) He held a mass appeal and a little
they love to take it slow, So when I hit that shit, I watch em (get it on the flo') And if you need it hyphy, I'll take it to the Bay, 'Frisco to Sac-Town
love to take it slow So when I hit the H I watch you get it on the floor And if you needed it hyphy I take it to the Bay Frisco to Sac-town They do it
Tech N9ne] I get money from music and I like to spend spend And when I hit the town they gonna let me ins in But these other clubs gonna be trippin like
return. So they went while the other's watch in the distance listening to the slaughtering of there own. So fear and stress sets in as the other groups
bank roll nigga Nigga anytime you want to nigga I match my change to your muthaufcking dollars see who come up first know what I'm saying Big bank take little
nigga nigga anytime you want to nigga I match my change to your muthafucking dollars see who come up first know what I?m saying Big bank take little bank
knees with us all to stay We'd only stopped for a few burritos But they told us of the trouble with los banditos A poor little town in need of aid My
I'm going out making everybody going look like that spaghetti shit Stay out my way unless you to get your life took Motherfuck your little hit list, I got a big
our shirts While the lucky ones would fly away On planes to other cities, other towns Now they're building up houses Big enough to lose your love Big
the morning and it uhh.. Light showers and you're probably hookin up with that girl That's been, two-wayin you all week. her baby daddy's out Of town
Kosh was picked out, I slipped in even my baby stroller was tricked out, Somebody get him the little nigga's out of control, Put a little bit of rum
gonna get hurt Just a little boy lost in a big man's shirt Suddenly you really fall to pieces Fall to pieces I'm the town crier And everybody knows I
runnin' town If you look into the sky, them birds fly high, high, high Numbers, you got my number You're logging hours, and don't see the big picture