a change 25 to life Too late for the other side Caught in a change 25 to life Yeah Too late I can't keep chasing em Taking my life away Caught in a change
it a lot, lyrics the shock is it a miracle or am I just a product of pop fizzing up. For shizzle my whizzle this is the plot listen up you bizzles forgot
to make This beat flow Everybody talks about what they think they need They make up a list of things 1, 2, 3... Everyone is different, but where we can agree Is every girl wants a
the dirty dawg can’t uh (nuhzza uhzza nizza uh!) with meeee? ? ? Took mariah on a fantasy!! yo I had a wet dream that I was ------ jody wately Doin wild shzz a
em off the cliff As I speak the shit to put my name on the list The small thug with a slug put a mark on his wrist A tattoo of pyramids, puttin hollows
say I got a gift. If you ain't on a team, you ain't on a team. We gon' be supreme, you can do your thing at the limousine If you on a team, roll on with
man, my logo's the Air man Grade A flow, but I gotta put the effort in Me and Xaphoon movin' up, we The Jeffersons Please bring my letters in, A-list,
my shows just to hear a song Like this, it's not a diss, it's a mouthful of bliss Throw your hands in the air and blow me a kiss From the crowd cause
. I want to wake up in a city that never sleeps. And find i'm A-number-1, top of the list. King of the Hill, A-number-1. These little town blues, are
off your shit list Cause i'll be nameless Puttin me through changes the J to the A niggas know the flows crazy Chorus (2x) Verse 2 I got a lust for
, awright Awright, awright Awright Ladies and gentlemen! [Bun B:] T to the O to the Y to the A J to the A-Z-Z E Pha [Jazze:] Woooooooo wee! Awright,
And I just bought a gun wit' a extender And that bitch hold me up like suspenders Cut like a blender sharper than a bitch They got so many pussy niggaz I can make a list
work hard 365, 24/7 baby this my life I breathe, I bleed, I eat, I sleep, I shit this I got a bad stomach with these haters on my shit list Baby, I know
[Verse 1] Yo, he went from a street kid doin regular street things Straight to a street king Takin over the city, block by block Breakin down bricks,
a lot of rappers for hire Streets don't fuck with you, you a liar Plies real you preaching to the choir Yo budds in the streets expired Count a 100 grand
had sumone come up to me n asked me wat do u do for a livin sir I said I chase paper wat da fuck u think [Chorus: x2] I chase paper [x20] [Verse 1:]
When they say it's over [Verse 2: Fabolous] Your just too beau-ti-ful girl Thee number 1 on my list You know you are killing me See these cuts
blaze a nigga like a fat one Non radio bangin' shit goin' platinum And keep slappin' 'em with a Colt 45 While my Old English leave you broken down with a