not alright I know its hard to believe its true, for you Don?t worry about me I got what I wanted, and one day you?ll see That you should stop calling me
re not alright I know its hard to believe its true, for you Don?t worry about me I got what I wanted, and one day you?ll see That you should stop calling me
don't want anyone dismissin' me as another thug or some shit like that no sir, if I fall I will get right back I got circumstances, but let me stop dancin
young enough. If you will, to be saved, not in a religious sense; but not to constitute what this country at times calls if or which over. We seem to be
junkie I'm the number one seller in the whole fuckin' country Wallstreet niggas, they cop me on the low White boys don't call me coke, they call me blow
a junkie I'm the number one seller in the whole fuckin' country Wallstreet niggas, they cop me on the low White boys don't call me coke, they call me
wild with me Gonna take you to the top to the brink of what you believe Never gonna stop 'til we reach the top Never gonna stop 'til we reach the top
And never be scared of finding your way To Superman Should I call him on the telephone Should I go seem him or just stay at home Will be different from the other boys
ll see Hate won't ever live as long as me End of the bullet where the karma be Why you wanna try to come talk to me Try to ask me if Rick Ross still a
cat it look pretty fat and tell them boys to come close watch me push him back us girls look cute shakin our stuff them boys standin back lookin
his glock to my chest as I paused Went to jail in my motherfuckin drawers Tryin to give me, fifty-seven years Face’ll be full of those tattooed tears
full of tickets cuz I live right by the station I aaaaam, tryna figure out why you so mad at me yes I’m with Young Money tell the magazine stop asking me I be
me my niggas ain't for life, Now tell me that shit ain't tight, Tell me that y'all wanna be just like me, I beat these bitches down, I watch these powers
Jones, & Ying Yang Twins) [Pitbull: Talking] Hey Jim Jones, Let's Show These Boys How It Really Goes Down Hey Lil Jon, U Know What We Tell These Boys
(feat. Jim Jones) [Pitbull: Talking] Hey Jim Jones, Let's Show These Boys How It Really Goes Down Hey Lil Jon, U Know What We Tell These Boys When They
than Jay More scars on my face than the original Scarface Or the homeboy Scarface Al Pacino couldn't be no gangsta' Deniro in Casino he no gangsta' Wanna be
fuck you up somewhere, to where you were they cannot tell Fuck me with me, you fucking with the best Nigga so all you fucking with the wrong one I will
tamin the West, so remember the name (Will Smith) Now who ya gonna call? (Sisqo, Dee) Not the G.B.'s (Will Smith) Now who you gonna call? (Sisqo, Dee