it all comes down to a different feel You see it all comes 'round again You see we lose ourselves when there's nothing real So long, so long, so long,
it all comes down to a different feel You see it all comes 'round again You see we lose ourselves when there's nothing real So long, so long, so long
life for 'em both, any time, any day [Verse 2] Now my daughter She so pretty and so smart I'll take her to the park, she ride her Barbie car She say
: [Talking] B.G. Uh-huh I'm bout my feddi by all means Verse: 1 Look here I be on a paper chase I'm all about my cheddar I aint touching the mic if
Fitty (uh huh), inspired by Biggie (uh huh) Burns more then Ziggie (uh huh), the lil' niggaz dig me (whooo) I've been stressed out lately, so i'm smokin
: (feat. Olivia) [Intro: 50 Cent] Yeah... Uh huh So seductive [Chorus: 50 Cent & Olivia] [50 Cent] I'll take you to the candy shop I'll let
Nigga I stay strapped, so much I nickname gats Got a tech I call Tina, a nine I name Nina Two niggas went to see Allah afta they seen her This QB shit
uh huh) Gun rest under your vest by the abdominal (yeah) Rhyme a few bars so I can buy a few cars (uh huh) And I kick a few flows so I can pimp a few
s so good to me He's so intelligent He's so confident My baby's, so damn sexy My baby put the fever on me, uh uh My baby knows just what to do Got
: (feat. Ghostface Killah) [Intro: Beyonce (Ghostface Killah)] Ahh, ahh, ahh all the ladies if you feel me, help me sing it now (Uh-huh... Toney Starks
Was Dealing Wit. Haha [Chorus] [Jermaine Dupri:] Uh Huh, Uh Huh, Wish! Give Her A Lil Bit [Wish Bone:] Everything I Do, Just For Me And You, Stack A Little Paper So
fuck We ready to riot riot When all the smoke clears Y'all niggas long gone (Damn) Niggas learn the hard way shoulda stayed at home Got ah couple million on this uh huh
movin, keep it movin, I keep it groovin, huh Keep it movin, keep it movin, keep it groovin, huh I keep it, movin, keep it groovin huh, uh, uh, uh Yo,
homes alone (uh, huh) Got my Tone, the New York Giant man's a client I'm the president (yeah) Money, long like jail sentences Sentences, poetic, him
