have only a few months is a crime One day let's set up a home Where it's winter all year long Boots, hats and winter mitts Summer nights I will not miss
multiply to get richer, I'm a entrepreneur, I'm the heart of the city, I'm a part of the sewers, I'm the honorable diddy, I taste the dirt in my sweat
[Lil Jon] Stop! I'ts the mother fucking remix [Mase] Uh yea Harlem in tact Who in the world wanna problem with that? For real I heard Harlem is back
tell ya I'm a soldier boy And I done told ya, over and over boy [Verse One: Lloyd Banks] I come from a big city, the streets corrupt Now I'm rollin
Play Imma Fuck Around And Put That Boy Brains On The Table Pick 'em up, fuck 'em Let 'Em Lay Where I'm From We See A Fucking Dead Body Everyday Thats,
] I'm from Miami bitch [Verse 2:] I eave, sit, shit talk right You see that semi 45 L.I. yeah I buck that I never thought but I thought that Give him
gage bust you If i don't rush you, i let the homeboys touch you Fuck you Hit you shitty like George W Bush I'ma hand you this crack and either you gon
for summer And you don't do it for the man, men never notice You just do it for yourself, you're the fucking coldest Intelligent too, ooh, you're my sweetheart I
doctor, multiply to get richer I'm a entrepreneur, I'm the heart of the city I'm a part of the sewers, I'm the honorable Diddy I taste the dirt in my
I promise I will never let you go (Now what you call that?) Said I got, I got, I got, I got your back boy (Yeah, you got my back, right?) I got, I got, I
up these b-tches on me homie only to arouse us told her I aint paying tonite I'm only browsing she pulled her blouse up, said "it's free", I said WOWZER
love us My women either centerfolds or on the main covers Stunt so hard I make these niggas hate summer And pray for winter But when it's winter time I
why she hate her though? 'Cause our love wrong Fuck da police 'cause our love prowlin' White girls fun 'cause all of them swallow Why I ain't fuck her
blowin'? I go to hell knowin' That I had them eagles sitting down like Terrell Owens I spell evil backwards, I gotta live If money's the root to evil then fuck
what? Act up, fire gon' make ya hate me Fuck sick shit up, move up Burn shit down, spark it up then ya lay down 'Cause I got that fire, fire, fire
Besides I put money on your skull and bones And keep it low, watch what you say up on those fuckin' phones Touch down and getcha ass hung the fuck up
july we got that summer snow i got em snow boarding in august and i love a pretty bitch but the porche look gorgeous (juicy) harlem is one big ski slarmen i
