Showbiz got props, tell me who got the props? A.G. got props, tell me who got the props? Give me my props for '92 It's me and Showbiz and this is what
: Styles Paniro Too many niggaz shake me, life is shaky I act like this 'cause they make me probably hate me Nigga, I'm in the dictionary look me up
me, killin me I begin to see your stupidity I rock way hard you can't get wit me or go wit me or float wit me Frankly, this is wrong, people, poetry
Lennox & Broadway you dumb ass nigga) He own the 40/40 got you in Atlantic City Bitched your budget outta baseline, goddamn it's pretty You love a Harlem nigga we get
rappers that talk it aint eva live it. and niggas who said they wit it said who did it. Get tha fuck outta here, bitch ass nigga. niggaz get fucked at
? Thought 'cha girl ain't feelin' me, why she grillin' me, Black? Admit I'm the man or else I'll twist ya uterus back On my lap, in the jet to Miami
's plain to see, I'm Hello B Here to get it started A S A P, I study hard and I pass my tests Never let the haters ever get me stressed, my crews the
get down to business We could shoot up everything soon as the deal is finished Blah, blah, I got two hours to kill We want like 5 mil in a private jet
Benzino) Aiyyo my party people dance to this (Boottee, boottee) (Fabolous) Yeah, uh, come on (Benzino) Party people dance to this (Feel me, feel me) (
Hear me, gets Larry and his sneakers are shot Word to me Dunn, the uniform do mean a lot I approach lit up cousin sit up matter of fact get up What
the big shot doogie (Big shot) Ready or not hit the buddah spot (Buddah spot) Time to get the cash, time to get cash (Time to get the honey, time to get
the game get your name right Envelope came hype Regards from the mayor you hype Fuck right, lets fuck this money up And get large and blow outta sight
explosive head bullets, in the clip [Raekwon, Ghostface, (Method)] Yo yo yo yo yo yo yo-yo, here come the cop man Yo Starks come here, come here Sun Come here
style leave you in a creek nigga Teenager, you ain't ever seen stranger Iced up cell phone triple a pager, my blood boil easily hate 'Cause agility freezin' me hoes never teasin' me Think I'm here
me?" "Yeah, that's right. You the fly hustler." "Ya'll still sellin' that fake Louie, huh?" "Hey! Don't be turnin' the highside up in here. You don
got it, I love it when you get that Zippendale in ya body And shakin' ya la-de-da-de, in the party Gon' shawty, now throw it on me naughty And if both
then I precede to creep I promise the Lord if you let me do one more lick I'ma stop slangin' and get out this shit No more end or no more yay But let me
up to ten I know you heard of me Freaks get word of me And they get wetter than blueberry vodka Most certainly! Sup, mothafucker, you don't like me?