... All around the world, all around with you- All around the world We'll go all around the world There's no slowing down Cause we'll go all around the world
to welcome all my niggaz To the world famous Murda Inc. Show Big shout to all my Queens niggaz in Staten Island Niggaz in Uptown, niggaz in Brooklyn niggaz All
mentioning Murder and a cocaine distributing Through all that was dividends comin in I'm straightly gettin betta yet we too smart for ya bullshit Callin all cars (callin all
't be difficult to explain Just why you came back again, you hate the fame Love the game, cold as ice you remain Fuck em' all, tell 'em all eat shit,
stunt like Jeezy And his CDs' didn't sell like his CDs' Man, that nigga blew all of his chips on dem breezies Mad 'cause the world won't treat him like
goes around comes around and around and around And hateful Young men Turn to old hateful men What goes around Comes around and around and around And
I think about you all the time I see you in my dreams Baby boy not a day goes by Without my fantasies I think about you all the time I see you in my
Yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah) yeah! Yeah (yeah) yeah (yeah) yeah (yeah) Buck (buck) buck (buck) buck (buck) buck (buck) buck Busta Rhymes now, M.O.P. now
bet they know me now Blunt and a smile, eventually it'll be a frown Cause every time I turn around a nigga locked down While I'm in the world, tryin
on this Cuz Bonnie and Clyde had to take a risk But most of my money see it's all legit --baby-- It's all about your state of mind Now what would
the gun in hand Make sure before you buck wit duck quick Punk, cause I’m the wrong nigga to fuck wit "i’ma let y’all know one thing man.." [verse two
Hussein) (Ja Rule) Buck 89 on the boards . . . what up Buck Word to God, Hussein, what up nigga Haha, life is good . . . a yo It's a reality that . . . all
Honorebel Pitbull Jump Smokers to the World! It's that Jump Smokers' sound to make them girls get down Mister 305 looking out for the boys out shot-town Latinos all around
culture, rap I can coach ya Attack like a vulture, see what I told ya? Said I'd get'cha, wear it if it fit ya Y'all thirteen inches, I see the big picture
riot in this hoe! [Repeat 4x] [Verse One: DJ Paul] Yeah, yeah, yeah, fucker, yeah You got to be the weakest hoe in the world You move all the way to
and death is her sister Sleep is the cousin, what a fuckin' family picture You know father time and we all know mother nature It's all in the family,
floor up On the world tour with your whore out in Europe, head on the tour bus Do what them niggas them niggas in the drop thinks cooler All the five
up. So everybody that I love can have a couple bucks And not a single tummy around me would know what hungry was. Eating good sleeping soundly. I know we all
