Intro: B.O.B - talking] Don't be afraid, when I die. Because... [Chorus:] I'm already gone I'm already way way way up there I'm already gone I'm already
game, but I'll share with you two Know, niggaz gon' hate you for whatever you do Now rule one -- get your cash on, M.O.B. That's Money Over Bitches, cause
I bag B (Beyonce: Boy you hurtin' that) Brooklyn Bay where they birthed me at Now I be everywhere, the nerve of rap The audacity to have me whippin curtains back Me and B
a back,back,back it up a back,back,back it up Now stop ( O) then wiggle wit it Now stop ( O) then wiggle wit it Now stop ( O) then wiggle wit it Now stop ( O
, c'mon) It's star time (Bad Boy, M.O.P., Busta Rhymes) Motherfuckers Yeah, c'mon [P. Diddy] I'm the definition of - fuck it y'all already know I stack
really gotta be gone Ripped out of your brain Pissed covered in shit to diss this S-O-B game Son of a bitch I'ma start killin' for kicks There ain't an
but then drama's my middle name That's the price ya pay for big fame The cellular phone rings dont' wanna pick it up But it's my J O B, I gotta kick
holster Watch the dot's on your forehead I'm gunnin' while you're runnin And there's plenty of bloodshed There's no sympathy over killin I already warned
to fuck these hoes, man, no question Just bring yo' ass on Because they already buzzin' And lovin' My hospitality, I put it down I got a quarter pound o' weed And a big thing o
bay thats my song turn it up) Im with my folks whether they right or worng tear it up [Chorus 2] Say that red hat them red b`s white b`s 23`s out the
There's three girls on the elevator like, "Wassup" I told em follow me they knew I had it cracking B One said, "Ain't you that boy that be on B.E.T?"
homes like Ikea, over here Bricks, B R I C K Where hoes put twelve into size seven CK's Who's the one? D O C Carryin' clips for the agents in The Matrix
up a back,back,back it up a back,back,back it up Now stop ( O) then wiggle wit it stop ( O) then wiggle wit it yea stop ( O) then wiggle wit it yea stop ( O
feel like I'm battlin' Keenan & Kel You, BITCH, none o' y'all can put in the card to kenell Paul better call me, like he called Benzino Matter o' fact
