wonder once I get to have it Egyptian cloth, expensive habbits Shawty holdin out she aint tryina make it sleazy I'm tryina maintain the money cuz I make it easy Mr. 16
I hold a magazine in my hand Facing the cover - it's me They write about my coming end No more than twelve months for me Tainted and fainted and lonely
Parle-moi de tes guerres Parle-moi de tes droits Parle-moi de ce p????re Qui te bat tant de fois Parle-moi de tes peurs Parle-moi je te crois Parle-moi
I'm chargin' 16 fever, 16 fever Nigga, my price cheaper,16 fever 16 fever coke-I-ina X pills, bubble kush, mid grade reefa Hoes ridin' vics dog but I
Go shoot your M-16 (x 4) I'm not going to live your American Dream! "Army life is right for me Kill to save democracy Got a rebel in my sights Money's
building and shoot And fools got my brother hostage, man [Savon] Fuck that!! [King James] I don't want nobody shoots 'til I say so, you understand?
remember one thing (One thing) I came, I saw, I conquered From record sales, to sold out concerts So muh'fucker if you want this encore I need you to scream, 'til
3D it, if I say it you can see it No red and blue lenses needed The red, white, and blues in the chains makes them pledge Allegiance These 16s is
The Battle of New Orleans (arr. J. Driftwood) Johnny Horton Pop Chart # 1 Apr. 27, 1959 Album: 16 Biggest Hits Columbia Legacy Records CK 69971 Transcriber
UP! [Problem] Yea, yea Damn fool, you could see it in my face though I'm shittin, I'm shittin what I ate hoe Fuck that, I'm drinkin 'til I throw up Turn
bitch A T L A N T A I can do this all day [Verse 1 - Shawty Lo] Let me take you through the streets of Atlanta, GA Where we party all night til the mornin
sound bank Put under the drum Numbed off of our shit Now who you rocking with them or us Deep love or cheap lust QB or bust Infamous til we pass on You
it you better believe it. always stay true stick to the g code you better believe it jeezy: stack bricks on top of bricks. yeah i layed my foundation til
Therefore I don't fall in the category I'm cool calm and collective You con'in a Lexus Blew chronic for breakfast It match with the necklace Nines only down til
't get burned again She said they don't know how to fuck Her last boyfriend's a schmuck Shared with her a nice disease He kept her passive on her knees 'Til
you son me? I'm Shady Will there ever come a day when they could slay me? I don't know, fifth month, black and yellow insect, maybe Til then I kill the
you difficult as it sounds Doody, thats what we call eachother I don't know where it came from but it just stuck with us we was always brothers never thought about eachothers skin colours til
Got niggaz in my hood who'd do that shit for a blunt or two What you wanna do, cocksuckers? We glock-busters 'Til the cops cuff us, we'll start ruckus
