I hated, Everything I left behind. I don't need you, and I don't want you, World that left me blind. 4 kids in Memphis, should pay me 5 dollars. I
you - I'd lie for you Walk the wire for you - ya I'd die for you Ya know it's true Everything I do - I do it for you SOMEBODY I bin lookin' for
What you mean? Put ya mug on What you mean? Put ya mug on What you mean? Put ya mug on What you mean? Put ya mug on What you sayin'? What you mean? Put ya mug on What you sayin'? What you
ain't get you PLAQUES What nigga you need a gun? I'll get you that P-89 nigga let Dre stitch you back HE AIN'T A Industry niggaz I'll admit to that
they're dying to meet you! BOBBY: Why? NICK: Because I told them you were a fucking genious! FRANKIE: THERE I GO, THERE I GO THERE I GO, THERE I GO PRETTY BABY YOU
I love you, so I gave her the rest of my heart a coupla weeks later called her house at 10 the mama said I thought you suppose to be with Jen I quickly
I'm a suicide driver, never been a liar If I don't kill you later, I'm a kill you manana You don't want no problems You don't want no drama Nigga I'm
mug on) What you mean? (Put ya mug on) What you mean? (Put ya mug on) What you mean? (Put ya mug on) ..What you sayin'? What you mean? (Put ya mug on) ..What you sayin'? What you
on your last album ain't get you plat's What nigga you need a gun? I'll get you that P-89 nigga let Dre stitch you back ??? Industry niggaz I'll admit
you rockers When I carry the ball, I stay be-hind my blockers I move swift, I needs no lift I don't have to riff because I shift the gift and now my name
Ghostface Killah] Aiyo, I should just bark on you, burn your car on you Cuz I'm too much man, to leave a mark on you You'se a bird you know that, giving
mic, cause I love it There's my life, you judge it, fuck it Seis, I don't want it [Triple Seis] I'm a Dominican, stranded in New York like Filligan Don
on you You wanna shiiiiiii-iiiii-iiiine You wanna shine, you gotta grind Cause the only thing you wasting, is your time (so get your grind on) You wanna shine, you
made love, you were all that there was It was because I loved you so much that I had to make you leave You made me doubt the way I thought, you made
Ain't no love for us ghetto kids, they call us nigglets History repeats itself, nuttin new In school I knew, e'rything I read wasn't true Black Jesus
I shot ya faggot ass [Verse Three: Fat Joe] Now who the fuck you think you talkin to, I pay dues I spray crews Look I'm Joey Crack, motherfuckers be