Lyrics to On My Way : [Voice:] Harlem World! [Intro:] Yeah! [Chorus:] We from the bottom, but we goin' to the top (uh!) Full speed, nonstop to the guap
Lyrics to On My Way : [Voice:] Harlem World! [Intro:] Yeah! [Chorus:] We from the bottom, but we goin' to the top (uh!) Full speed, nonstop to the
trickin' out with chumps Himilaya flavor! (yeah!) - Chrome drippin' off the front, Front on me you'll be in danger, dead! Call the ranger, red! - All on
me. [Lloyd Banks] He ain't Kraft material, champagne for cereal Shorty stole my heart, criminal, my lucky charm Efrock clothes and Lear shows, type kind of stuff we on Stuff all my
just my parakeets macking masterpiece My life is good, my bitches bad I'm switching pads, changing watches in my christmas bag I got the gift of gab, talked my way
with this shit It aint me, its these n-ggas Its the Roc, I'm on my Jay Z shit Nah nah, f-ck the group man I'm on my Beyonce shit I'm on my way to the
Lloyd Banks] Get it get it get it hot hot hot hot hot Get it get it get it hot hot hot hot hot Get it get it get it hot [50 Cent (Lloyd Banks)] Oh I
Harlem (Shake) I was rollin my blunt and seen my side mirror (Shake) thought it was my speakers then seen this n-ggaa??s body (Shake) man Ia??m on probation
female's phone But you really startin to sound like a females homes Don't know why they told you that we sell stones We on the internet tryin to get our Email on [Chorus: Lloyd Banks
phone But you really startin' to sound like a females homes Don't know why they told you that we sell stones We on the internet tryin' to get our E-mail on [chorus - Lloyd Banks
Nothin' but shiny shit around the neck n rims Bitches only come around when ya gettin' record spins What a way to double up, I'm headin' on my second wind Rollin' luggage on
hit and run I'm one night standing No breakfast in bed today Soon as day breaks I'll be on my way MIA back to JFK And its the same thing around the way
'm gonna just keep grabbin my balls, cup em I'll never fall again, I trip on stairs, I fall up em so buttercup dont try to come back knockin on my door
****** **** ricochet, Cashis wick-a-way Slumped over, they gon? say, similar to J.F.K O.C. come and test my way I'ma ride to the death, do you rep that way
looking frail in a drop With a bitch shotgun that's inhaling the cock I got rocks on my neck the size of bottle tops And got Glocks intellectual rob behind cops On
' pound on my hip Gold chain on my chest (Ah!) (50 Cent) 50 uh Bentley uh Em came n gotta nigga fresh out the slum Automatic gun fuck em one-on-one
my minds sleeps Lime green headphones, Jimmy I need some Slime Beats [Chorus] [Lloyd Banks] Moneys the focus, ashtray's to the top a hundred roaches Pretty head on
[Bobby V] Can I get you in the bed? Lay your pretty body on that bed Girl I am gonna rub my fingers through your hair And I am gonna kiss you on your
