You makin' me nervous, what is your purpose? One more move, it's your funeral service What the fuck is the problem? What the fuck is the problem? What the fuck is the problem
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, no Cadillac
's get this money man, them hos come with the paper I'm done to go wherever this game takes us Look homey, you see my 22's, sittin' on low bros That simple
and party like it's ok [Verse 1: 50 Cent] Trust me man it's ok bounce with me in slow mo When they hear the kid in the house it's like oh no 50 got '
R.I.P. B.I.G. man ya'll niggas have some audacity Sell four mill then get half of me Get off my dick I'm the shit I know ya'll niggas copying my style
rap fans are taking these shit serious It ain't New York versus L.A. 'Cause really it's hip-hop, not a big ole' problem Now let's see what we could
T O.G. M.C. L.A.P.D. H-a-t-e- s (Ho!) Watch the mic blow I flip scripts, and the Dump drops the Ammo Time to get wreck with the new style It's '93 and MC's
while with my crazy flow I was born and raised in ramulous that's where I first learned how to bust this song is making history cuz it's real, it's all
music up, turn me down Guru.. let's go get 'em again This time it's for the money my nigga Brooklyn, stand up [Verse One] There's never been a nigga
jet skis so I Couldn't return the pages on my Motorola Nextel, my cell, it don't work down there What happened in Cancun? Stays down there What's happenin
Goodie] I'm pimp tight, give a fuck, niggaz know what's up It's T-Mo and Outkast in the back of my truck We gotta simple little problem that we got to
world is yours [PR] It's mine, it's mine, it's mine Whose world is this? "It's yours!" It's mine, it's mine, it's mine Whose world is this? [Nas]
hotter shit to talk about the goons hit the room now you askin what's this all about fo' you know it ya noggins split ya bottom teeth is fallin out got a problem
Be easy" in the background) What it iz pimp? T.I.P., Trap Muzik, understand that? Grand Hustle pimp! Ay, whus hattnin' Toomp? Let's ride out homie! What it iz mayne? P
like a flame and so eternal do the same Stirring the pant and keeping it up to you Girl, that's my game and Mr. P Man, it's my name Give it to the gal
: [First Verse] X-Raided locc never was a choir boy Ya folks got a gang of priors Maybe that's why one-time's be triflin Tryin to give a young nigga
club DJ rock rubbadub jams by beenie man (scene) me sees p.diddy and the fam in the back by the rest rooms shaking hands with the fans funny style cats
left my beige jacket in his truck To all you slow footed penguins, duckin from these hot rocks that's flamin, chocolate for all you rap Damian's Spraying