Lyrics:
what I’ve learned in this business
you just never know…
[Lil’ Kim]
Shut the f-ck up
Who the f-ck want war
FedEx beef straight to your front door
It’ll
Intro: Bizzy
Yeah [laughs]
Bone Thug in this mutha whaa whaa whaa
Yeah Big Wish in this muthafucka what's up my nigga and
Lil Lay I love you nigga
everyday
Waking up is so refreshing
Tryna find my way
Down this cold dark road
Lost both my folks
By 12 years old
I ain't asking for no sympathy
Maybe a lil
know
Where the hell I'll be at this time
Two oh two fo'
Year from now, dunno my whereabouts
But one year ago, I was here for sho, uh
Maybe if I move my
Trell came home I was on, everythang dat nigga throwed me it was gone
Lil ivy taught me bankrolls fuck a bitch (m.o.b) I got dis caine mayne
And I got
Trell came home I was on, everythang dat nigga throwed me it was gone
Lil ivy taught me bankrolls fuck a bitch (m.o.b) I got dis caine mayne
And I got
to your doorstep"
But shot man five minutes from a stay-in
This is our hometown where two guns had to be G one times
So I know I can call it the gun town
2
This my autobiography, signed sincerely
L.I.L this the motherfucking J.U.L
Bitches get spell checked like Kim from 05
I remember the come up, just
place
I'm one secound from bustin the drapes
Well you can get ya money and all but not ch'ere
Lil daddy I been runnin this section for 5 years, first
Mrs. Right...
Mrs. Right...
Mrs. Right...
She might be Mrs. Right...
(She might be Mrs)
I met her in an un-usual way
As I traveled she pulled me
doesn't feel the same?
This year what I feel
Has changed
Verse 2 - cm, F, cm, Em
I grow older and older day by day
But it seems nothing goes my way
beautiful to be the man
lil one that evil man
[Mr. Sancho]
holdin the cap of my gun
surrounded by copers
I'm settin to run out
am ownin your crew with
nine years
[Jamie Maddrox:]
I don't know you fat bitch!
[Some bitch:]
It's me, Jenny
I sat behind you in Mrs. Coberry's chemistry class
nine years
[Jamie Maddrox:]
I don't know you fat bitch!
[Some bitch:]
It's me, Jenny
I sat behind you in Mrs. Coberry's chemistry class
surprise horses in this stable
Just two albums in, I'm the realest nigga on this label
Mr. Black President, yeah Obama for real
They gotta put ya face
[Steve Austin]
Hi this is Steve Austin reporting live from San Diego, California
I'm here with two controversial rappers from the city
Lil' Rob
out, rolls of pape I'm Mr. Clean,
Rosa Parks the way I'm stuck in this seat
Off this drink,
Girl giving good brain, give it till she cant think
She say
G.I.s dressed with automatic rifles and fully armed for battle, fanned out on maneuvers through the woods, backed up by a dozen Blackhawk attack
bosses in my network
I can call the plays like Mahomes
My goal by 30 is to own a few homes lil n****
If you broke, never hit my phone
Money talk only
We way over here, up out your range
Don't try to be G, that's not your thang
You try me G, that Glock gon' bang
K I N G, that's not gon' change
feel the real touch
Find a real Mrs. 'til the fog is gone
With God as my witness, I'ma sober up
I'ma sober up
I got wasted 'cause I didn't wanna deal
though…
1/2 Group / #3 & #4
Ya think?!
Group / ALL
More than 100 years
(though) - b.g.
(Either one person, or break up? TBD)
V5 Lead
but their…
G-slide with me (Hey)
Lil' Mama get it poppin' puttin' work
G-slide for me (Hey)
G-slide with me (Hey)
G-slide with me (Hey)
When I bump up
faking on me? (Snakes)
I'd rather do it all by my lonely
Say you want the crown, nigga, come take it from me
You want the crown, come and take it from
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