i love my boy (i love my bitch) i love my nigga yup yup i love my boy (i love my bitch) i love my nigga (i love my bitch) i love my nigga he bring
I love my boy (I love my bitch) I love my nigga, yup, yup I love my boy (I love my bitch) I love my nigga (I love my bitch) I love my nigga (I love
i love my boy (i love my bitch) i love my nigga yup yup i love my boy (i love my bitch) i love my nigga (i love my bitch) i love my nigga he
feat. Busta Rhymes) [Intro/Chorus: Q-Tip] I be that nigga that I think y'all know With Mr. Busta Rhymes (A-yo, I'm in the studio) [Busta Rhymes
mic, they be all serious... I'd love to be serious but... effortless shit. Effortless... effa-efortless. Mmm-hmm. Turn my music up, Duro. Yo, yo, you my
, form or fashion I live to the fullest and rip rhyme with a passion but in the mean while if worse comes to worst bust a round or bust a verse whatever
oh) I just miss you (oh) I just miss you (oh) Homie I'll never forget you (no) [Verse 2] For you, I wanan write the sickest rhyme of my life So sick
Salute I salute you my niggas Stay strong I ride for you, I rhyme for you, I roll for you It's on for you Cause all you bitch made niggas Are coming
but you scared of dope I wouldn't snitch on my peoples if the feds bribed me Yo ass would hit more notes than Ron Isley I wouldn't rhyme about Rolleys if I
but you scared of dope I wouldn't snitch on my peoples if the feds grabbed me Yo ass would hit more notes than Ron Isley I wouldn't rhyme about Rolleys if I
and Busta-Bus (Heh) Jaheim and Busta baby (Heh) Jah and Busta baby... [Busta Rhymes] Yeah.. wife in law, my bitch for the triflin whore Type of bitch
