let's get away On top of buildings, Or watching all your movies, Now you've got my time Let's get away Now you've got me where my heart is, Tell me that
you cats in the game for malpractice I’m in jersey, where I’m paying no taxes I’ll stick your girl, agnus Flipmode bring the madness Platinum status,
: Beyonce (DC):] I know some soldiers in here (Where they at, where they at) They wanna take care of me (Where they at) I know some soldiers in here (Where they at, where
raised in hell A welfare child Where the teamsters dwelled The last one born The first one to run My town was blind from refinery sun My generation is
Staduim status Uh My big brother was Big's brother Used to be Dame and Bigs brother Who was hip hop brother Who was No I.D friend No I.D My mentor
Hey Mr. Carter (hello) Tell me where have you been (ha ha you kno) They been asking They been searchin They been wondering why (I kno) Hey Mr. Carter (hello) Tell me where
brand new Big lights will inspire you, let's hear it for New York New York, New York Lights is blinding, girls need blinders So they can step out of bounds quick The sidelines is
I need y'all to hear me out there Can y'all hear me out there? Through blocks and boroughs, cops is plottin' Snakes slither while hustlers chop they
come on, The stars are where you belong, Come on, follow, Your heart is gunna take you home, Come on, come on, The stars are where you belong, There
flies to a place Where she's loved concrete angel A statue stands in a shaded place An angel girl with an upturned face A name is written on a polished
This track is tight you should be clapping your hands (Clapping your hands) This track is tight you should be clapping your hands (Clapping your hands
Yeah, come on, come on, come on This is my family, this is my family, my family Mo Thug music, Mo Thug music Sing, sing, sing, sing along, sing along
haters, burn) Uh, uh, let it burn (let that fire burn) Uhh, uhh.. let it burn (burn, haters, burn) Uhh, uhh [Thin C] Rest is for the restless, sleep is
you wanna get the money and the status and the mob Better ride when you roll with the crew Take a listen for the bub hit the bud When you hear this in
put the night inside ya This is music usually confused with major motion picture No one is stricter about it being status for scripture No put on your gut is
raised in hell A welfare child where the teamsters dwelled The last one born, and the first one to run My town was blind from refinery sun My generation is
porshe. So please don?t make it take off. Cos I don?t care where you from mac. I?mma throw your thoughts to the north, and be in the spot that be where
salaries, nigga I already got dough now I'm chasin the power I'm the statue stand tall cuz I'm replacin' the Towers And these niggaz washed up now they faces is