It's a rep thing, haters feel they chest pain They feel it in they heart, I was there to test things Didn't arrest (?), the bullet-proof vest team These
* cover version of Mobb Deep's song; send corrections to the typist [Everlast] To all the killers and a hundred dollar billas for real dealers who ain
We come to parties with the posse just to gain some fans The posse is strong, the lines are long People flockin to my shows just to hear a song Like
I'm just a notch in your bedpost but you're just a line in a song Drop a heart and break a name We're always sleeping in and sleeping for the wrong team
this nigga fifty bout to strip Shaking his ass, what the fuck is wrong with this nigga Fifty don't make me Oh yeah, you got sixty-five niggaz on your team
through trouble Go against the grain These highs these lows, this life we chose Some here some gone But we still stand right here strong My soldiers, my team
Слова песни Pony (Song Lyrics): I'm just a bachelor, I'm lookin' for a partner Someone who knows how to ride without even fallin' off Gotta be compatible
"Little Things" Yeah, this song is dedicated (This is Good Charlotte) To every kid who ever got picked last in gym class (You know what I'm saying, this
'cha head in the game Team: We gotta Get our, get our, get our, get our head in the game Troy: You gotta Get'cha, get'cha head in the game Team: We gotta
mark, bitch-made Punk-ass trick in a basket You got caught up in the mix... It’s the nigga ya love to hate with a new song So what really goes on Nothing
new 20 nigga I'm so hot still better broad better au-to-mo-bile bet a yard, nah bet a hundred mill then by the songs end I probably start another
the sky Back when they thought pink polo's would hurt the Roc, Before Cam got the shit to pop, the doors was closed. I felt like Bad Boy's street team
king Have started to dance But a nightstick and a billyclub Won't give peace a chance here I think they went thataways Your song and dance team Heading
Note: during the whole song you can hear talkings in the background (intro) Word up son, word Yeah, to all the killers and a hundred dollar billas (
say a little something When I was just a youngin, before the days of thuggin How me and Charlie Chims (aiyyo what?) I'm only buggin Fast forward, Nine-Now I gotta team
hum on Actually I get hummed on Hoes tongues be on my dong dong ? long, head at night, head in the morn Lunatic, five strong, king kong's are writin songs
'm on the next thing smoking Hit Bristal up on the speed dial Yo these funny talking cats tryin' to do a nigga foul It's goin' down nigga round up the team
shit Catch me in da back of the van, hands on my psp Black hoody on, rockin “need for speed” I kill stages, breakin songs In countries, u wont