you play and where you stay Looks like one great big alley way You'll admire all the number book takers Thugs, pimps, pushers and the big money makers Driving big
slave to a page in my rhyme book Gettin' big money, playboy your time's up Where them gangstas? Where them dimes at? They shootin' aw made you look You
, sing you a song I bet you'll love it I just wanna sing, I-I ain't askin' for much I just wanna sing, can I, sing you a song I bet you'll love it, I
situation money and intimidation and mass graves make strong foundations for the giant corporations that own all the TV. stations telling us to take vacations to their big theme
to think of as the voice of Authority. And it would take me a while to tell them how I used it for songs that were, you know, about various forms of
always remember what he had to say So when the sucker MCs try to chump my style I let them know that I'm versatile I got style finesse and a little black book
said some got pencils and some got guns Some know how to stand and some of them run We don't get along, but we sing the same song Party for the fight
in my rhyme book Gettin' big money, playboy your time's up Where them gangstas? Where them dimes at? They shootin', made you look You a slave to a page
many moots on the TV How many real crooks on the TV? All I hear is dead hooks on the TV Bein? real these days ain't easy Too many moots on the TV How
always remember what he had to say so when the sucker mcs try to chump my style i let them know that i'm versatile i got style finesse and a little black book
I read it in a book, my biased dirty looks. "Unhand me, you crook." I saw it in her face; She made a big mistake. That word's not hers to take. No. This
shootin'! -- aw made you look You a slave to a page in my rhyme book Gettin' big/"big" money, playboy your time's up Where them gangstas? where them
remember what he had to say so when the sucker mcs try to chump my style i let them know that i'm versatile i got style finesse and a little black book
some got pencils and some got guns Some know how to stand and some of them run We don't get along, but we sing the same song Party for the fight to write
you look You a slave to a page in my rhyme book Gettin big money, playboy your time's up Where them gangsters, where them dimes at? [Verse Two: Ludacris
shootin'! -- Aw made you look You a slave to a page in my rhyme book Gettin' Big/"big" money, playboy your time's up Where them gangstas? Where them