made 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:
probably sing the blues Cause I got problems too, plus I growed up in the projects too Well can you put me on your soundtrack? Cause I got a good theme song
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
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
'! -- 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 dimes at
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
re banged up? You can't beat them on the streets, so duck and dive a little, hide the fiddles Play them at their own game, stay with them all the way
play and where you stay Looks like one great big alleyway You'll admire all the number-book takers Thugs, pimps and pushers and the big money-makers Drivin' big
m ya nigga baby just come see me it's foreva cuddle while we watch TV in cold weather I dig the love I get on the streets but your is better them other
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
Big Macs in their song We do rap from the heart, y'all better have some respect Alright, Big Mac! Big Mac! Big Mac! Now where's my check? "Ordinary People" was a hell of a song