gone stop 'til I get thru to you What's ya name Ma I wanna hang Ma Feel like takin' a ride on the swang Ma You my queen Ma Be ya king Ma I bring you
do it B.I.G. it's all gravy It's our reality, you call it crazy But it's a darkside, it's what you made me No more Mr. Nice Guy - pay me What you niggaz
I die But that's not important, money's more important And understand I been in that water like I was snorklin' Understand I been in that water like
know what it is When it comes to that soul music, I gets it done I'm 'bout it just like I'm suppose to be I can do it all night long baby So don't you
matter, he's dope He knows that, but he's broke He's so stacked that he knows When he goes back to his mobile home, that's when it's Back to the lab
right. Right now do something for somebody. Just hold on fo' me. (Fo' me.) I promise there's a betta' place for all us T.H.U.G.'s If he don't believe
or whateva I walk in see her talkin' to some dude or whateva You know what I'm sayin', so I holla at her I say "Ay man check this out, man I seen ya
Funkmaster Flex dogs shouldn't have been reaching There's only one Gunz, from what it's worth That's me, that's it, burying shit, right in the earth I
wow, that's dog What? Speak up, I can't hear over that suit Maybe you can hear this? Am I supposed to be impressed? That's right, Rolls Royce, check
what I mean I'm stunner junior Tha's all I know, that's all I ever knew Get money or get nothing You know what I'm saying and I feel that way for real
, failure's not Mom, I love you, but this trailer's got to go I cannot grow old in Salem's lot, so here I go it's my shot Feet fail me not, this may be
I don't know dude I think everyone's all jealous an' shit 'Cuz I'm like the lead singer of the band, dude And I think everybody's got a fuckin' problem
matter, he's dope He knows that, but he's broke, he's so stagnant that he knows When he goes back to his mobile home, that's when it's Back to the
label That mean it's no longer my problem, it's theirs Some say it's a conspirac' I say if e'rybody's on the throne, that's just more motive to kill the
what I'm sayin? Excuse my voice fans, that should be a sign that I identify with what I'm sayin 'cause it's these type of thoughts that'll kill ya If
I'ma take it to the top Fo sho I'ma make it hot, baby (Baby) I apply pressure to pussies that stuntin' I pop Stand alone squeezin' my pistol I'm sure that I gotta Now