me to introduce you to my CL Mercedes It's a star-studded event when I valet park Open up my mouth and sunlight illuminates the dark You see them 4's
crazy bitch I'm gettin' paid Money never change me, I put that on the range and that mercedes jukin? in my lane But you chase me if you wanna But I'm
what you mean, you wanna talk and such Tell me all your problems, but we don't fuck, ain't that right I had plenty of friends fore I met you, I don't need
Kombat, but fuckin these wombats got you dizzy My nigga you know of I wanna be playin but runnin up on me like you miss me You catchin the wrong vibe,
love to turn you on Your like my favorite song Without you would be wrong (would be wrong) Forever and always Did you know what you do for me? Love you you
you Look around it might hit you No joke, I wanna pistol fight with you Shit comes around faster than you think Blood and white chalk makes pink, so what
outside, I'm comin through {Nas singing} I thought you loved me I thought you cared for me I thought you needed me Did you believe in me? * repeat
days but things aint changed [chorus] [Millenium Thug] In my hood niggaz smoke wood nothing is good look at my eys and see what I could living my life and feel what
what's that supposed to mean? -- Proposition for you Ruler Procede on -- Well I got a track I need you spit a mean 16 on -- You with it? Down to bless
came with a few toys like a happy meal This game you could never win Cause they love you then they hate you then they love you again Get away from me
day, I got you workin on the nightshift I got you workin on the nightshift I got you workin on the nightshift [Big Daddy Kane] That's right Pos baby You
control. Is it my imagination, am I seeing what is true? If we are living in damnation, I'd live in hell to be with you, what more can I do? I gotta
Bizzy & Alan Wayne (Pradagy)) [Chorus] Yeah I play my music LOUD! I betcha you feel me coming down the block The thunder in the trunk gon' knock You
dough when you was rappin so-so When you barely had flow I had crack for the low You can stunt for the audience and act for the hoes Let me ask you what you
Whether on the corner or clubs, I'm shooting dice Break my cipha, I'm get at you Slice you, knife you, stab you, shank you, splay ya'll Too many rappers
off inside of the mitten when you spittin 'Cause you can get it for sure Your whole rap clapped up out you If I don't get you back up Got you in a morgue
it is what it is You ain't payin' my bills, so you ain't sayin' nothin' Ain't keepin' it real then you need to stop frontin' You say you got this but