[Chorus - 2x] My life is sweet You could tell by the Benz and the Beamers and the Jeeps Big wheels, big grills make them say oooh-weee Custom made Bentleys
on the microphone and what do you see huh! The rest was my legacy I was born to be the king of the be bop swing To have Stallions and medallions, big
sitting on top of the world And now I sing, sing, sing, sing 'Cause I'm sitting on top of the world Man, I remember before I say that wait, let me issue this
, you're buggin' 'cause your head is at A place where reality doesn't seep in Practice makes perfect then you might reap in The benefits of this respectable
Uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh Hah, what, I like this Uhh, uhh, I like this What? Uhh, what? Uhh We push the hottest V's, peel fast through the city Play
you motherfuckers Niggaz know the deal Niggaz know who the Don is Live from Bedford Stuyvesant the livest one Peep game uhh what what Verse One: Puff Daddy Out of this
get it wrong, damn fools, Stak hard on ya too We ain't gone play with this shit, same label and shit Like brothers, different mothers, but we twins in this
drive-by And when you hear this shit It make the world say "Damn, I wanna kill Sam" Do the niggaz run this motherfucker? Do the niggaz run this motherfucker
through your ear to the mind Listen, just cause this man is white I won't dis him I'll enlist him, work with the system It's a big country, ain't nobody
see no escape as serpents lay seige To my country estate The Devil must have opened up hell's gates and called up millions of snakes To take me from this place Big
Are Burning Down The House Heeey! Heeeey! Heeeey! Heeey! Psycho Killer, radiohead Television Man, I'm Not In Love Puzzling Evidence, Seen and Not Seen This Must Be The Place
but right now this big shit is workin' I'm white just by chance, but I'm country by God's graces Nowadays I find myself doin' laundry in odd places But
all good It's all good, I say it's all good I'm gonna pluck off your wings and blow it in your face This time tomorrow I'll be rollin' in your place
By the beautiful lake of the black swan Big white clouds like chariots that swing down low Well, my heart's in the highlands, only place left to go I
last minute to call you up and see what you want to do But you're only fifteen, girl, you ain't got no secretary And 'For granted' is a mighty big word for a country
back to the place I was born. Proud to be country and no longer torn [CHORUS:] Lord, I'm twisted, I feel the stress that's hangin on me, And all this
Power like a seedling in a storm I've been travelling to this place since the moment I was born Flew back to New York City singing the big city blues