the 50 And I wish a motherfucker would try and get wit me Cuz I'm nifty wit the milli when the torch is on And play every play like it's fourth and long
My Home When Me And Mama Bed Was A Big Piece A Foam And Mi Neva Like Bathe An Mi Hair Neva Comb When Mama Gaawn A Work Me Go Street Go Roam I Rememba
It finally came time to do it or let it die So put the chips on the table and told him to let it ride Sing it! [Chorus: Chester Bennington] (Busta Rhymes
us Running into hiding and avoiding us Niggas on the low be recording us My rhyme flow remain poisonous Thus Yo your shit sound wack still annoying us We alive nigga ain’t no destroying us
unsolved mystery It's murda (It's a bloody murder) Ah it's murda (It's a bloody murder) Yeah it's murda (It's a bloody murder) Somebody tell 'em it
Koopa This recession is so pathetic, got me feelin like I'm athletic And success tryna get away from me and I ain't tryna let it When they told that Pimp
come talk to me Try to ask me if Rick Ross still a G Journalists need to get up off my D Him and E-Class always kept it real with me The rap game looking
killing me In our house made of paper, your words all over me Were under the sheets and you’re killin me killin me, killin me, killin me Killin me, killin me
girl.. Call you ma little brown skin. [Verse 2 - Chris Brown] Now Yolanda and Shevanda dem a try an a get close-aa, dem man a goner, no wonda, him a sign us
Lift your hands high and wave them proud Take a deep breath and say it loud Never can, never will, can't hold us down Nobody can hold us down Nobody can hold us
kiss me (hey!) Mirror mirror on the wall Hit up prince charming Tell him give me a call Never mind, screw him Cause I found somebody better Never mind, screw him
be prepaired It's peace you say that you fight for but it's war you declare Take a life to save a life you call that living in peace? It takes more than
's been cheatin' on me Been runnin' round here wit' this little tenderoni And don't think I haven't noticed He's been actin' funny Takin' too long to call me And somebody told me
guys Wit the chrome wheels at the bottom, white leather inside When them lames be spittin' at you tell 'em don't even try it To shot it wit Chelle and kick it
shine and glitter and keep the ones Fives and tens, for twenties and up, we dummy it up Make a lot of money, look bummy and what Cause money aint
'm not sure when it begins But the way it's looking, I kind of know when it's gonna end Hold me down baby, it's gonna be a rough ride Niggas give us
! ARF!* Got my dogs covered Plus it's all gravy like chicken when it's smothered It's dark and I LOVE IT! get him, boy let him loose You want it with
it jumpin like a trampoline see the puddy cat it look pretty fat and tell them boys to come close watch me push him back us girls look cute shakin