, hey, hey, do ya thang Hey, do ya thang, hey do ya thang Hey, hey, do ya thang, hey, hey, hey Hey, hey, hey, do ya thang Hey, do ya thang, hey do ya
(woo) I know the watch botherin ya vision But reach and I'll put a dot on ya head like it's part of ya religion (yeah) [Chorus] - 4X [P. Diddy - talking
get a taste of this A.T.L. style i'm the M.B.P. most ballin-ist playa make my own moves, call me the mayor monday night u know things change with time
ain't got to do that There's thing's more important than money I'm talkin' 'bout pride, I'm talkin' 'bout dignity You got it out there All you got to do
And I'm so prestigious I brought my niggas from the hood to the beaches I'm living good gripping wood with all the features Jesus my money straight no creases P P P
on them haters Keep on tryin' me, I'll put that beam right on ya tater Now you don't wanna see T.I.P. be irate Just try to keep him in a cage but some
or the too cheap t-shirt sellers That's making revenue of a name we cherish As I end this letter One more thing you understand your impact on our race Sincerely Wale P
I'm Harlem's only Gagarin Car foreign, the other man stood-stood stutter-fied I know ya moms well -- tell ya mother hi. I'm the other guy that got ya
got a criminal mind Oh, oh, oh C'mon, what? What? What? What? uh, uh These days, I wonder if crime pays Blinded by criminal minded ways Smokin' on ya
a bike Rubber c*** on my b*** so I'm h*** as a kite Red monkeys wit' a crist, twelve hundred to pop And when you walk by I couldn't do nothin' but watch
re-aranger The bitch strangler, a total stranger In your face with this thing aimed at ya Your facin danger, 16 with one up in the chamber Im bout to stain ya
and got remanded, faught A one to three degree from V-O-P and N-C-C-V And send me up a hub to a state facilities What could I do but sneak, burn a
scared They know a caliber thug shoot at heads nigga QB drop you off at that bridge Show you how we do it in Queens Murder ain't shit nigga This is P
like (Ya'meen) Yeah, f*** with me, yeah, f*** with me (Ya'meen, ya'meen) Yeah, if you not for squealing and for spilling the (Ya'meen) The streets is watching the apple rotten like (Ya
Tip top, drip drop, bottles pop Lips lock, hips rock, don?t stop Big Snoop Dogg is back on the block P.C. Disney Shake that thing to this beat Taste
Why you boys make them elbows swing? Why you girls make them elbows swing? Romeo gonna do dat thang, Romeo gonna do dat thang Romeo gonna do dat thang, Romeo gonna do
when I'm yappin' at children But it's hard when ya boy lackin' a million I'm so brilliant 'cause I work the Eastside And do the same damn thing on the
the gaze to knock the 'A' off your Virex Who am I? DO, my MO is fuck PO Love ta fuck Ya, fuck ya, fuck ya, fuck ya Aiyyo I detonate on impact So niggaz
