Can't get it off my mind I need to get out of sight Before I end up behind bars What started out as a simple altercation Turned into a real sticky situation Me just thinking on the time
my number one girl Always makin time for you I'ma tell you one time (girl I love, girl I love you) I'ma tell you one time (girl I love, girl I love you
in the air (One time for the West Side, West Side let me see them hands) Hands up in the air (Two times if you love good music) Hands up in the air (And three times
roarin' It's the big boy, you know what I paid for it And I got the petal to the metal Got you niggas checkin' game, I'm ballin out on every level Hear
y'all don't know Man, that talk is getting old You better mind your business man, watch your mouth Before I have to knock that loud mouth out I'm tired
that Don't I give you enough of my time, you don't think so, do you? Jealous when I spend time with the girls Why I'm married to you still, man, I don
know why I keep calling Why I keep calling you [Ryan Leslie] It's time for a lesson in model behaviour Damn, look at all the bad b-tches I gave you Man
Aye, aye Chris Aye, man You know, it's been a long time since we hooked up man And did something real, you know Something for 'em, for 'em ladies, you
go, let you meet my friends So they can lecture me again about how reckless I have been And I'm slowly running out of all the time that I invested Making
t have a man look at you for five seconds Without you being insecure You never credit yourself so when you got older It's seems like you came back ten times
the money ain't a problem, livin' like we moppin', came up out the boulevard, that's why we go hard, cuz once upon a time we were at the bottom (bottom), and man
belief is that I'm living out a millionaire's fantasy With Phantoms and Ferraris in the driveway But you see, it came in exchange of a sane man's sanity
the f-ck you think I'm in it for, Young money forever, i bet Gudda, Jay and Mack agree, f-ck you to the haters that just spend their time attacking me, shout out
need to stop staring I drew a picture of her that would make her proud But the door was locked and the TV up so loud I scream out "I ain't going to sleep no time
is out hysteria ya heard about Nas and Junior Gong came to turn it out body the verses til they scream murder out the kings is back time to return the
scars Lot of bottles, lot of cars Lot of ups, lot of downs Made it back, lost my dog (I miss you Big) And here I stand, a better man (A better man) Thank
the planet of apes, we're talking about the modern man. So you people with them itsy bitsy teensie weensie tiny minds... Here's your sign. Here's your sign. Last time
six digits, big engines Get lots of head like six midgets It just this code I live by, Represent the road I grew up by, And I see the game like an umpire. Mothafuck one time