I feel I might lose it It's talkin' through the melody I can hear it tellin' me to move I feel high on the music I feel I might lose it It's talkin'
out of 2Pac's ribs If I could, I would reverse the car, reverse the beef Put it all in a pot and boil it on a D Dot beat Sometimes I get drunk for stress
motherfucker baby it's your world I know I'm coming on strong but that's me Whatever you want I can do it correctly So get ya mind right baby you Tina and I
Thomas] Oh I thought we had forever, now it's gone It's time to carry on I thought that you made me happy But it's this thing that's come between us
waitin' for Let's do it, do it, do it This is a Bad Boy, Flipmode collaboration Come on, shake ya ass Come on, watch yourself Okay, I'm the man Let's
you just believe it Since B.I.G. taught us niggaz to think big I'm been about my business since then, so anxious It ain't how we live, it's what he said
down O.G.'s raised me, baby G's praise me Since I'm a G, rep 3 'til I'm swazy Y'all cats fugazi, my shit's crazy Niggas can't faze me (You can't take)
and high Know that I'm not givin' up. I give it all up for her I'll never be enough I wont stop until I find My runaway love [Kanye West] Last name
me where i been though ? Fell Asleep and smoking to much indo Think...think ....she gon know a nigga lieing So i copped me some Febreeze and then i sprayed around then i
chick around You want it, it's fire, I got it, that fire So I might ignite ya, it's fire, it's fire I burn it down on stage, I make it hot 'Til the
my electronic, supersonic rocket, hey I-I-I-I-I am the future, put it on you like a hurricane Call me the supernova that's taking over all time and space I
done fell and bumped your head Uh huh, that's what they said People said it's impossible Not probable, too radical But I already been on the CMA's Hell
Am I suicidal, do I wanna die? The answerin', simple A headache throbs in my temple It says it ain't fair, it says it ain't right It says it's going
that runs, I got a bitch that walks I got a bitch that yells, I got a bitch who talks I got a bitch that's dirty, got a bitch that's neat I got a super
homeboy Ken Gee put me up the track Told me E's rollin' Villain - BJ's got the sack Bruce is a giant - Nat C's clockin' Dough Be bop's a pimp. My old
nigga come get it I ain't trippin nigga trippin at all Yo, I'm fuckin walkin over weak rapper's downfalls It ain't my fault they fell, it ain't my fault
And thank God for another day Yes, homie, it's rough down here I gotta watch my back 'Cos it's hard being black If it ain't the other It's my own color