There's a policman in me, A real animal, I'm the angry young soldier ripping sofas in Belfast I'm the thug on the street, and I mug whom I meet I'm
: Uhh.. dear Mr. President Whas happenin? I'm writin you because, s**t is still real f**ked up in my neighborhood Pretty much the same way, right around
got to pack one Just like Little Eazy-E told you and me Nigga never leave the house without packin a gun And that's real leave it for the dollar bill
they meet my pop and tell 'I'm ''Drake is just a younger you'', And shawty wanna party so don't let yo girl up out the house Or there'll be shots on TMZ
and downs, Going through peaks and valleys, dilly dallying, Around with the idea, of ending the shit right here. I'm hatin' my reflection, I walk around the house
: (feat. Biz Markie, Slick Rick & Q-Tip) [Jay-Z] Course I love you.. I love all y'all Hehehe, hehehe, f'real [Biz] I love girls, girls, girls, girls
: (intro) you know its like when i feel really crazy, i just get on my broom and fly away, i go real real far away. Young money thatss-thatss-thats just
In this house there is no room for envy, this is why we wear our uniform! Racist not welcome! Rapist not welcome! Hatred, dreaded in this house! Ready
the key now open that door, to my paradise Now listen to the beat of the Congo Like two animals of the jungle making love (making love) like we do Shooting
pack one Just like Little Eazy-E told you and me ?Nigga, never leave the house without packin' a gun? And that's real, leave it for the dollar bill
I'm from the Southside, we act a damn fool You ain't the real hoe, youse a real hoe I keeps it real hoe, for real though [Verse 2] Listen close to the
) Even though they put us down and call us animals We make real big banks and buy brand new clothes Drive fancy cars, make love to stars Never really
, that?s covered the script, deliver cuts Cypress Hill, soul asassins, all up in the club Showin' love to everyone of you real niggaz 'Cause the hip-
ups and downs Going through peaks and valleys, dilly dallying Around with the idea of ending the shit right here I'm hatin' my reflection, I walk around the house
Jam, slam in the blizzard of rocks A space invader, laced with lazers and with omega weapons Magnificent 7, this cannibal mouth, gangsta spectrum Form an animal house
more Oh baby, it's got it bad, your love has got me open You touch me at the spot Ooh boy, you got me high (That's right) And when you're loving me down
feed the dope-fens Hip Hops in My blood Like Veins that Ivy's The son of a hustler Y'all follow my lead My shows sold out Cause the kids they love me
