it I've been to London, I've been to Paris Even went out there to Tokyo Back home down in Georgia to New Orleans But you always steal the show And
go (There?s no way out) No way (No way) No way (No way) Nowhere to turn (There?s no way out) I?m ready to call it quits from all this shit Even resign from
way. No way (No) There's no way No way (No) Nowhere to turn. There's no way out. P. Diddy: I'm ready to call it quits from all this shit. Even resign from
the day that I'm gone Shyne poor 'cuz your dream come from one bottle Prominent premier, premium bravo Watch him explain, ain't nothin' but blood thug crime though Shots in the spinal from
've been to London, I've been to Paris Even went out there to Tokyo Back home down in Georgia to new Orleans But you always steal the show (steal the
] I've been to London, I've been to Paris Even way out there in Tokyo Back home down in Georgia, to New Orleans But you always steal the show And just
new shit, word up. Yo shorty, check it out man... Look- I ain't tryin' to go home wit ya number, y'know what I'm sayin? I'm tryin' to go home wit you
bring 4 figure jacket prices Her body nice, face dime Give you that iPhone 4, face time Shorty in the streets, still handle the home Enough class for wine, still handle Patron When them
'm everything you're chasing, the thing that you dream about I'm what you really want, the shit that people read about Niggers care for me, I make them
Smokin' home-grown out tobacco pipes (You've got to know when to hold them, know when to fold them) I can take the sunshine, piss in your wine Steal
go we are fallen angels looking for a home You are dead, you're alive, but why? You're the empire, the rebellion, but why? Look at your hands, holding them
4 figure jacket prices Her body nice, face dime Give you that iPhone 4, face time Shorty in the streets, still handle the home Enough class for wine, still handle patron When them
11 The Feds took from me, and shoot you in yo motherfucking stomach [Chorus: Scarface] You a Snitch Nigga, when you rat on yo friends Bitch Nigga, when you steal cash from
Damn, its hard being a real nigga Clutching on steal triggers Pouring kool-aid on hilfigers For niggaz I cut for Pull a hoe out my truck for Take a bullet
to steal 'Cause what's mine is mine and what's his is his In these streets it's clear, punishment's severe If that line is crossed that's when them