grew And it keeps reminding me Reminding me of you I want more I haven't had enough I want more Can't get it out of my brain I want more No, I haven
do ya thang shawty, no, I ain't mad at you But you can't fuck with me, I'm mo' badder than you My waist skinny, my ass more fatter than you Sorry for
Nation, pledge your allegiance Get your fatigues on, all black everything Black cards, black cars, all black everything And our girls are blackbirds ridin' with they Dillingers I'd get more
want it all It's gonna take more than that Hope that ain't all you got I need it all The money, the fame, the cars, the clothes I can't just
get you high no more? When you got a lot of cars, don't even drive no more When you're expected to win, they ain't surprised no more Hold up, stop,
in the door, I said it before I never the ladiez hypnotize me no more But, back to the manuscript 'Cause I don't think you can handle this From New
, niggas givin' it up They know why everythin' I touch is so fly Mult-I, so I stay swimmin' in cho-chi All day the niggas from New York to Norway My name hold more
sand and shit When it's said and done you gunna understand this shit Your man talking about Hummers and little cars That only fit in his little house
I asked him, "What you want nigga?" What you gonna do when it's your turn to go? What you gonna do when you can't take no more? You gonna cry like a
New York man! I'm from New York! Representin N.Y.C. to the fullest Where New York at? Where New York at? Gats I pull it, heads be duckin when New York
this new world order So I keep it ghetto like sunflower seeds and quarter waters You walk 'em through it, you know, talk 'em through it Know these beads is more
some hot shit I'ma help yo ass out on what a bitch think when a nigga got some cheddar Girls be like (A LOON)! Take that, get money, cars, player That
, hustler New Jack, New Jack, New Jack hustler Ne-Ne-New Jack hustler New Jack, New Jack, New Jack hustler Ne-Ne-New Jack hustler New Jack, New Jack, New
dare You're takin' a chance if you just stop and stare Livin' my life is just so hard to do Makin' deals a million one or two Buyin' new cars for my
My peoples hummin' like a vibrator, gotta make crime pay I'm packin' two gats and I wish I could carry more Might sound crazy, but I ran out of slugs
a mutha-fuckin' ton Bucking down one, bucking down two Bucking down your crew, mutha fuck you Pigs were blue, I where black, nothing but black 'Cause god damn its a brand new
That bought me all my fancy things My crib, my cars, my pools, my jewels Look homey, I done came up and I ain't change And you should love it, way more
'bout y'all I got dogs that'll chew a fucking hole through the wall But since they all love us, I need more rubbers And If I don't use rubbers, need more
