my pipe dream Of how I'd rock the mic and make it to the bright screen I'm tryin' to make a dollar out of fifteen cents It's hard to be legit and still
a motherfuckin' rider You can see the pain in my face Got no problem exchangin' the hate They got me fightin' a case And if I blow will I face a fifteen
.D. Keith Murray, Def Squad Mr., Mr., Mr., Mr. Smith You wanna hit? Uhh, gimme an hour plus a pen and a pad Yo, I'm here to make a dollar out of fifteen
Intro With the N.A.S.A. team, we will take you bodly where no man has ever gone before. We will take you back some fifteen billion years to the beginning
'm dealing with the funky sidewalk Let me show you how to walk When I gotta do my funky walk Let me tell you what I say When I'm dealing with the funky
She turned fifteen with great expectations Her older brother knew that somethin' was up He caught her going through his record collection Lookin' at Hendrix
I was only forteen when I dropped my first deal Made a two-way disappear like David Copperfield Wala, I recorded this a two fifteen Left dope boy magic beating through your fifteen
on my mind I'm the best and these pussy niggas runnin' out of time Ricky Ross, I'm the chill, quarter mill for the timepiece Yeah, I bought a wheels like deals
, Thy kingdom come All our G's would've been gone, would've been done If it wouldn't for thug holiday In this life I live, I done see niggaz deal Seen
CRYYYY AND I CAN'T FIIIIND MY ALIBIII IT'S SO SO FLYYY...IT'S DIPSET DIPSET! [Cam'Ron:] What up Ja [Lil Ja:] What up? [Cam:] What's the deal? [Lil Ja
bang Since I was little, ain't a god damn thang changed It's the same ole same Bush run shit like Saddam Hussein I cock and aim, clinically insane To deal
down South A record deal so I ain't gotta dope deal A faithful botch, a home-cooked meal Take, I like a (?) estate with them long-ass fifteen minute driveways
one with about ten children? You may remember her as a slim honey when her man name was Pimp Daddy Hustler Stack Money A big time drug dealer from around
't wake him in a fit Mommy's little monster shoots Methedrine Mommy's little monster had sex at fifteen She left home for the streets She couldn't deal
Sometimes when the world Gets so cold And my heart Is fifteen below And I feel like I'm So far from home I run to you When life doesn't Go like
drive From Zip City to Colbert Heights keeps my mind clean Gets me through the night maybe you're just a destination A place for me to go a way to keep from having to deal
him of course. Weikath: ------- Well, the nice thing about Roland being in the band is that I saw him like, I don't know, fifteen years ago or so on
deal, you can't sell that stuff to me Ah no deal, I'm going back to Tennessee And it's no deal, you can't sell that stuff to me Ah, no deal, I'm going
