out of time Got me in a bind, time to pay what you owe I'ma have to come get ya, and kick in your do' [Mr. 3-2:] Niggaz know what it is, we don't need
skyline from my shower I'm feeling like a gun with a bag of gun powder Pow pow I'm higher than Mr. Childs Fresh from the bottom of the ant pile. Weezy! (Chorus) (Verse 2
roll, break a hundred out the toe Chorus w/ slight modifications line 1, Puff: C'mon, yeah yeah, uh-huh line 2, Puff: We been playa hated! line 3
kind, and you dress so fine Like my diamond on my chain, you shine so bright now. [Chorus 2] [Verse 3 - Nicki Minaj] Hey yo Sean, you Mr. Kingston You
It aint shit to me And the Cristal poppin It aint shit to me Bitches out boppin Aint shit to me It aint shit to me, aint shit to me [Verse 2] Man, hold
they like crickets to me) [Verse 2] Look, I scoot back let me give y'all y'all shine Y'all get money best believe I'ma get mine I see hater and I'm
I give it on the arm you can get it from me Cuz if prices was any cheaper y'all be sellin' it for free Paid 2-3 sell it for 2-2-5 McDonald's is makin
get caught up with men, when they might be somebody else's Outro: Mr. Mixx So there you have it, you know what I'm sayin'! 2 Live is back in this Number
, fuck off little faggot and die You right back like a maggot on my dick grabbing at my shit, better get to the back of the line You wanna get your shot
before your mouth get you into something with them detriot niggas WE DEEP! [Verse 3 Royce Da 5'9''] Show me some respect[uhh] Or get ya' shit checked
mine's in this bitch (Oh! oh! oh!), mine's in this bitch (Oh! oh! oh!), mine's in this bitch Better listen up close nigga, don't trip Yo heat's in the car, mine
All I want to do is sit back And watch you move And I'll proceed to throw this cash [Roscoe;Verse 3:] (Roscoe Dash, let's go) R-O-S-C-O-E-Mr. shawty
roll, break a hundred out the toll Chorus w/ slight modifications line 1, Puff: C'mon, yeah yeah, uh-huh line 2, Puff: We been playa hated! line 3
I laced the pockets of the poor and gave the hoodie a play Dropped some dollars up on Hollis and I went on my way I hear your jingle Mr. Kringle peep
my lady has sounds Homie from the Nawf side, and I'm all about mine Money paper chasing stack it up, I gotta count mine Cause I... Was raised in a broken
bomb one day If my shit was droppin in a week today is bomb Sunday One week to get to necrosis Get to focus on music like Mr. Holland's Opus Notice Still
