*** ***, it is not a tumor Red like, red like stop your rumors I stay on track like a box of Pumas Now just r-r-r-rock with Junior I am the little big
, "One two three, the crew is called B.D.P. And if you wanna go to the tip top Stop the violence in the hip-hop, Y O" B.D.P. and me we step into the
priceless, frame our wanted posters the audacity, war brings casualty bitch have my son before I face that tragedy ugh, I order hits, she orders mahi R
I could do her Eventually if it was meant to be, then it would be because we related, physically and mentally And she was fun then, I'd be geeked when she'd
that red hat them red b`s white b`s 23`s out the Bentley and we stay fly hunded g`s p-r-p`s hum v`s We d boys getting money on dem 25`s 5 star and that
everybody wanna see me d0 tha rick james so i d0 tha rick james h0ld up my chain pe0ple st0ppin jus 2 see watch me d0 my thing b0ppers b0ppin but they
, representin my clan Mixin the potion with verse fire and simmer, my man And stay shoutin out the home team wherever I am: it's the B-R-O double akh-
me a star if you don't beleive me; hollywood boulevard you can go there if you ever need the D.I double D.Y, B.A.D B.O.Y good in any hood, no vest, no
Yes, yes, y'all and you don't stop 1, 2, y'all and you don't stop Yes, yes, y'all and you don't stop 1, 2, Common Sense is gonna drop I met this girl
But if they brag and boast I'ma clap the toast Y'all can analyze this, watch me paralyze clicks And sabotage y'all, I ain't a fan of y'all shit Jersey
straight Stop smashin' the five and appear in the court dates I won't ride the bike unless it's C B R With no tricks but a bitch it'll be on next I'
jammin') Y'all beef let's meet like Subway sandwiches You have no idea Crack heads furnish your homes like Ikea, over here Bricks, B R I C K Where hoes
with two black eyes? Nothin', you done already told his punk ass twice D E R R T Y (We back, we back, we back) We all we got, yo, know I want y'all do
.W.s Strapped with arrows and the chrome B O W? It's no act yo, no This chick can keep my dick Between her cheek and gums, like tobacco On the F.D.R.
in ATL is, whoa Niggaz pimpin' hoes in Chi-town is, whoa Bitches takin' paper in L.A. is, whoa Niggaz stacking dough in D C is, whoa P R D R hold me
the Ducati, cats schemin' prob'ly But we ain't tryin' na hurt nobody (We ain't tryin' na hurt nobody) We just tryin' na make it clear, there B.R. is
see all we bust is rhymes and nuts Oh yeah, you'd probably be fuckin' wit them But nigga you'd never be fuckin' wit us Me, Short Dog and B-Legit, see