hood Still, I wanna be In the streets, sippin' cognac Still, I wanna be In my [?], killin' [?] Still, I wanna be In the streets, yeah [Verse 1: Mr. Lil' One
f/ Lil' Jon [Intro] OK, OK, OK This Sean Paul, Lil John, J-Bo, Youngbloodz You already know how we do it homeboy It's A-Town (105 Road for dem hoes)
on that kush nigga, I'm a funk doctor I make hits in the streets and in the booth So keep playin I'll put one on you (YOU) I'm tatted up, cause I love
't mind me... (Mr. Mister) See, it's lil' Bucky, my jewels? husky connects like broads, I fuck 'em but they don't fuck me who owe me money in the streets
дело как Dilla Я ill как Lil Wayne как Killa Cam killer Наш рэп без автотюна моден словно автотюн Nel бьет бит как тату бьет Mr. Cartoon Веселые мелодии
[Intro:] I got plenty money I got plenty money I got plenty money Let da streets kno I got plenty money I got plenty money [Chorus:] What's in my pocket
(featuring Lil' Flip & Mr. Bigg) [DJ Paul] You know we gotta do one for all these niggaz out here sideline hatin y'knowhatI'msayin... don't get mad cause
[Drake] Alright, well alright, I say I do it for the love Bunk bed flow, always one level above If Ii??m in ya starting five you will never need a sub
Know now for wealth Together forever still one of a kind Got love for the thugs that grind (All the way) [Verse 4: Bizzy] They tellin me I was the one
line and I'm a give ya the blues Guess who's bizack? The boy B Mizack, A.K.A, Mr. Crack-A-Brick Turn a whole one from a half a brick, look I mastered
go Money over bitches and flowers over snitches Money over bitches and flowers over snitches Mr., Mr. Scarface, pistol into yardfish (What the hell is this)? Mr., Mr
own dick How the game go? Money over bitches and flowers over snitches Money over bitches and flowers over snitches Mr., Mr. Scarface, pistols into yard fish Mr., Mr
hollow's drizzle Mr. Potato Head, you know them things can't miss you The Average Joe, with an average flow Me and Meth bringing back New York, n**** I'm the one shot dealing, one
for dem hoes) Attic Crew you already know Lil' John, Eastside Boyz and yo boy Sean Paul Let me tell ya like dis here boy They callin' me to come back to the streets
it My campaign was let a lil' nigga get a crack at it Far from a gangsta but was learnin' a lot Ain't just be the one that earnin' the pot After the
pimps and big timers. Whether it's heiron or hemp wit China. Or got a bitch on the strip sellin vagina. Shit Is Real. One mo time. Verse 1 *(Yukmouth
me I don't know you and no I don't owe you a mutha' fuckin' thing I'm not Mr. N SYNC I'm not what your friends think I'm not Mr. Friendly I can be a
