Voglio cantare l'uso della forza Che nasce dalla comprensione La forza che contiene la distruzione Canto la morte che muore Per la vita di necessita
Bad Boy baby, D.R. c'mon NO, NO, NO, NOTORIOUS! We are, we are .. Queen Bee baby, we are, c'mon NO, NO, NO, NOTORIOUS! He is, he is.. (B.I.G. baby, he
city use to be real sick people from other cities use to drive from miles just to get a taste of this A.T.L. style i'm the M.B.P. most ballin-ist playa
Come on, come on Do this, ugh, come on, come on Time to get wreck and kick the So on and so on The I C E T, O.G.M.C. L.A.P.D., H A T E (Ho) Watch the
you say, there ain't no punks over here so follow me Through the fog like I'm S N double O P Let me guide you through the smoke G If only I wasn't travellin
to Shit now I'm writin' history you gonna remember Like The Juice Crew U to the G to the K P A Playa Miss me bout that U-ing nigga next up is J R Uh
B.A.N.G. B.A.N.G. G.A.N.G. we spray then leave we play when we know we play N.E. V.E.R. C.P.R. Doctor Carter are you the disease boy young money motherfucka
with a stripper Gotta get her , gotta get with her I can't stay out this club [Pimp C] Uh, young Pimp C I'm a P-I-M-P, trickin' ain't in my pedigree
time we step inside the club y'all tryna guess Which one of us gon' snatch your bitch And leave you strokin' all by yourself Understand this Bubba Sparxxx, S P A R
guarantee I won't miss you if I use the dot I'm Slim Thugga motherfucker, best respect my G Or they gon' say they name after R.I.P. How dare you pussy
save that drama for your mama And make sure you're out of my path when I'm on the creep tip Or have your first name changed to R.I.P. "You don't work,
mean that there's so many L R P's Lone Range Pimpin', jumpin up on this track, man, you underdig? We spit these L R P's and we do this damn thing real
-Dogg] I be V slash D uh O G nigga slash Just like a nigga, like I said befo' nigga Puttin' it down wit my bru slash Y to the O G O T T I Slash I&E for
not flat Check it out, yo, A.G. is living fat in the mental In other words, can I get a soul clap? Diggin' in the crates for something smooth Showbiz & A.G
cool but I want Mercedes It ain't nothin fraudulent about me Five Deuce Hoover C-R-I-P (And can't no woman get no money out of me) Unless it's Grandma
shine but I'm still about blastin' (Huh) Nigga, lil' shorty 'bout paper Bedroom, second floor in a bater ([Unverified]) I'm a superstar (Star) Money makin' pimp Up in the double-R (R
tattoo don't make a thug Jose Luis got ya, golden guns, Frank Sinatra I know you love it when I rhyme proper Man I'm still t-h-u-g-g-e-d-o-u-t Iraq to