You starin' straight into a barrel of hate, terrible fate Not even a slim chance to make a narrow escape Cupid shot his arrow and missed, wait, Sarah, you're late Your train left, mascara and
rooster is born a fighter Wears those surgeon blades on his legs Hot blood, cold eyes Headed for an early grave He moves -- he moves with the sound And
up at Bed-Stuy, home of that boy Biggie Now I live on Billboard, and I brought my boys with me Say what up to Ty Ty, still sipping mai tai Sitting courtside, Knicks and
I keep her running back and forth like a soccer team Cold as a winter day, hot as a summer's eve Young Money thieves, steal your love and leave I like
m blessed in my flesh It all came down to a test A motherfucker wanna go and put a tattoo on my chest Now I'm caught up in the mix and I can't do shit
a hit nigga Hot mother fucker down to the skit nigga Game over playa and nigga ya scored low Hit me later young and I'm at the award show Bank account ten digits and
your cd, tape, and wax so stand back You don't really wanna jump the gun In the airless flow with punctured lungs Go 'head and stand there and bump ya
eatin on polyseeds Now & Laters, jellybeans, and wallabees Real niggaz from the south I hardly ever seen Mostly heard, sell a bird off the cizzurb And when we dip, we hop and
talking bout? Aye peedis get my spins up (?) Love faces, bottoms up Came straight from the bottom up Who you gon' find at the top of the charts that hot as f-ck and
) She's a mean and crazy dicta Disco diva, and you wonder Who's that chick? Who's that chick? Too cold for you to keep her Too hot for you to leave her
cold, I'm so cold I'm so cold, I'm so cold I'm so cold, I'm so cold I'm so cold, I'm so cold Mmm, I need that Hot Tottie You can be my Hot Tottie She
ll understand And not let go of my hand (x2) Let's go to war To make peace Let's be cold To create heat I hope in darkness We can see And you're not
me is bad news You're a lovely creation, I like to think that I am too My friend said, I look better without you Tongue tied and twisted But go on baby and
fly I drop a hot one in your forehead, neck and mouth Don't give a fuck about your set or the pants you sag Then rush a hospital and bank ya if you
pump with double eyed slots and such A fully-auto Mac-dime that is sure to touch Ya, bust you with the Desert Eagle Street legal, move against my people And
confession, no case Then my boy started illin', talkin' and tellin' Son of a bitch, he was a snitch Drama Drama Drama Drama Drama Under I went, I caught a case and