, yeah! But I'mma do me, you can say whatever I'm a G! ..guess it's a sad think my... is magic! I remember I never I never said December was cold, But
yeah! But I'm a do me, you can say whatever I'm a G! ... guess it's a sad think my... is magic! I remember I never I never said December was cold, But
livin' I hope your daddy ain't callin' That things I go throught I think restin' is best I'm chillin' while I'm in flesh but I'll be happy when I rest
here we go) [Daddy-O] 1993, and we say.. I'd like to give a big up to my East coast peeps Showbiz and A.G., P.E., B.D.P. G. Rap and Polo, Lords of the
I'm crushin like a roach, cause I'm (flowin in file with a new style) [x2] In ninety-three I'm (flowin in file with a new style) For your mom I'm (flowinin
So Much Pain [Chorus: Butch Cassidy {Styles P.}] I'ma solider 'till I die {I'ma die a thug} Keep standin' by my side I'll admit i'm gettin' high Lifes
But I'm not gonna cry I'm a Bad Boy killa Jay-Z die too Looking out for Mobb Deep Nigga when I find you Weak mutha-fuckas don't deserve to breathe How
with a P-I-M-P (Chorus) (Verse 2) I'm bout my money you see, girl you can holla at me If you fucking with me, I'm a P-I-M-P Not what you see on TV,
huh) I know you like my style (Uh huh) You like how I break it down (Uh huh) I know you like style (Uh huh) You like how I break it down I know you like
Baton, Nike style (woo) Don't really talk much (uh huh), I let my money speak I know you saw us, shit we a 100 deep I'm sippin' Don, with Juan, Bird,
robbed This is how we do Brooklyn style boy you know what I'm sayin? [50 Cent] R.I.P B.I.G, R.I.P P-A-C, R.I.P niggas that wanna OD Aiyyo the bottom
I shine I play I stay I'm goin for mine I'm young I'm black I'm rich and yes I'm ghetto than the motherfuckin project steps I'm cool I'm calm you lookin
let your people feel your awkward I tame I'm not lame Get gassed up to get blast up Real B.I.G. style watch the kid break it down Check it, thou shalt
your own benefit Cause then it's gonna get to the point Where it escalates to some other shit Then I'm a flip, then I'm a get to "Stomping in my Air
your own benefit Cause then it's gonna get to the point Where it escalates to some other shit Then I'm a flip, then I'm a get to \"Stomping in my Air
I leave the crib I make sure I don't forget shit Mac check Clip check Vest check I'm ready to roll Its no contest I'm the Codeez from the East Niggas mad I'm
you under And shorty got his eyes on me, I got my eyes on him I know the look so I'm a ride on him I'm a catch his ass slippin then slide on in It's a