I can count the times you did me wrong on one hand I can count the times you made me cry on one hand Every man you ever gave your love on one hand Oh
Thug, Young Dro, Clipse and Ja Rule) Uh huh Jones Dipset Birdgang b*tch You know what it is When you see me two twelvin' you homie You f**k n*ggas keep
Slim Thug, Young Dro, Clipse and Ja Rule) Uh huh Jones Dipset Birdgang b*tch You know what it is When you see me two twelvin' you homie You f**k n*ggas
Then I Gotta Holler Out [Hook:The Game] Remix, Remix, Remix, Remix Remix, Remix, Remix, Remix Remix, Remix, Remix, Remix [Verse 4: T.I.] You Knowin'
hustlers are... Gettin' it, we gettin' it, you gettin' it? (I'm gettin' it!) We gettin' it Just so you could start! Gettin' it, we gettin' it, you gettin
You stood for somethin, ugh Tupac, Biggie, ohh how we miss you so We want y'all both to know We really love you so Eh yo, I'm Gucci down Wally boot,
lies, no more tears to cry No more reasons for leavin, you I believe in Love you till the day I stop breathin, I love you girl [Chorus: Ginuwine & Mario
you out Milky Cereal (Baby) Milky Cereal (2x) [ VERSE 1 ] Mirror, mirror on the wall Who's the baddest female of them all? It was Frosted Flake, she loved
Fake thug, no love, you get the slug, CB4 Gusto Your luck low, I didn't know til I was drunk though You freak niggaz played out, get fucked and ate out
still book me You shook G... word up... hah hah... If you see a bag of weed on the floor motherfucker What the fuck you gon do Pick it up, pick it up If you
mansion shit, moved in the West wing You broke-ass niggaz couldn't buy a chicken wing Stop it money, I'm out for the profit money And that advance that you