whose not? Shorty du whoop, it's Cool you blood clot, (COOL), you come to the spot see if you Don't get got, see if you don't get got when the semi go
that you may never know my mind Or know just what Im thinkin' if I don't let you inside Yeah inside my mental I know you ment well Im out of time and
say - walk down the river cause the river don't run (River don't run!) Same thing make you laugh, make you cryyyyyyyyyyyy - c'mon! Plus I got the rocks
I ain't sleep in a month Y'all can play the front line, I be deep in the cut Drive through, you can't peep it enough You in the Bridge nigga [Capone]
fire don't you miss 'em miss 'em miss 'em And every chance you get you diss 'em diss 'em diss 'em diss 'em [Chorus: Nas] HEY!! Where are, where they
that my emmy autogrammy in miama I hit you with the 1-2 whammie you know tooth granny with a hole in her panties and i don't give a shit if you can stare
I often wonder what ya think of mine Is it fresh or weak, or is it live or dead? Yo, it's got ta be somethin' if you're boppin' your head To the beat, can
Well you can't touch me, you can't touch me I'm feelin High tonight Let's ride with Royce 5'9 Tell you just one more time You can't touch me, you can'
I can put the long on Make my lips disappear off in hear ear so we can go on home Well if she wanna hit the bar first If she right we can probably make
my family is full of thugs and crooks, Kings and queens protected by knights, bishops, and rooks [Second Verse:] You better look into my eyes, can't you
fabulous You can't see her with binoculars (You cannot see her dog) I'm keepin' it hollyhood out in Hollywood Put ya lighters up if you rollin' that backwood (put 'em
don't wanna see you stressed Champagne at my campaign, Kim for mayor Told you I'm the same bitch from the escalator And I ain't trippin off you rats
and my guns ain't warm Beatin' niggas close to death with my house slippers on You ain't a thug cocksucka, you a coward to front Fuck your project, your
D G-I-R-L-S is in the stretch LX Ain't shit you can tell us Even got some of these niggas jealous But tonight ain't about the fellas Bvlgari perfume from
is the real tag-team While most of y'all broads is just drag queens It's gonna take years before you match our cream And only in your dreams can you see
s the catch, if you never had that itch You won't squeeze for the scratch You know how many in the hood bleedin' for that While you talkin' out your ass
] I?m goin? back in Okay, I lost my mind, it?s somewhere out there stranded I think you stand under me if you don?t understand me Had my heart broken
Smoke like a coheba... Ya hoe gimme cerebral... Now get low and touch ya toes for my people. An if you ain't fukkin them then you ain't fukkin me either