When the shit blows up, you can go on me Cause he don't know nothing 'bout a rider like me If it's so good, why you kick it like that You be calling me
shit blows up, you can go on me Cause he don't know nothin 'bout a rider like me If it's so good, why you kick it like that You be callin me while your
see Q.P. That's we BlackStreet, gone! (You, can't, take, it) And nowwwwwwwww here's the magnificent... Funkyyyyyy mommaaaaaah! [Queen Pen] Now Teddy, JAM, for me ONE TIME Cross that
stimulate your mind Would you tasted my love if I kick it tight I have none to waste with you I guess you can say My style is so crazy I think you like it
it, nigga [Chorus - Cassidy + (Swizz Beatz)] POP that cannon, POP that cannon POP that cannon, POP that cannon (It's whatever motherfuckas, I ain't scared) (It
help the streets Y'all use beats for help; we help the beats Who want it with me? Who want it with Sheek? Who want it with P? If I say so myself, it
Shop, Linkin Park You know, man, this is an... (feat. Styles Of Beyond) [Mike:] Yeah, like that Y'all Uh huh, whoo, like that Fort Minor, S.O.B. Yeah, like
[P. Diddy] Somma'bitches!!! [Chorus & Outro: P. Diddy] (I want that) Take that!!! Come on!!! Special delivery!!! (I need that) Special delivery!!! (Can I have that
like a rattle-snake, lock like a dread Niggas wanna bump heads but they better off dead Came crashin' through the door like the Feds, bring it What
? Rock to that with Bad Boy Baby, you know it minors won't show it Like in your way, I'll make you feel Baby, you know it minors won't show it All that
some ballin shit (that's right) Funny how quick these pricks forget Actin like I ain't the reason they traded they shit Switched that 5, copped that 6 (that's right) It
I lived it out -- special delivery I spit it out -- special delivery I sniffed it out -- special delivery [Chorus: P. Diddy] (I want that) Special delivery!!! (I need that
see niggas go through changes (Whoooo!!) I love to see niggas shoot through shit (Did it again) And to all niggas that do it I love [B.I.G.] To all my
and a right fist They can get a smack for that Yeah, yeah On and on, to the funk track Back glass shakin' like shit, that's where the trunk's at That's 'cause my shit's made for, niggas that
wheels, yeah That's right I'm the pimp behind the wheels (But the record says the yellow niggas gettin' loose) Yo Ice, break it down like this Yeah nigga Yo P, cut that
me kick it You fucked up for a while up outta the town but that was a trial Man and I don't know how style through with them crowds and now I got to
keepin they sights upon this Exclusiveness, like some new type of kicks We got them things fixed, passed the wrong man in my click You get charged wit incense to kick that