't sleep 'cause I'll be checking and wrecking ya When I start to creep Through the backdoor I know I caught you out there You got no clout here And I
me if I had enuff I told him "Gimme Some More" Is you feelin this? Then wait for the sequel I gotta get Kirk Franklin for robbin Gods People [Madd Rapper] [chorus] For real yo you know what I
so make room for the big man I walk the streets in peace and I'm never strapped But I know a crew of Young Gunz that'll send you back So easy does it
how I'm livin in the street You either give a sucker two in the head, or you'll be dead meat I'm sendin punks six feet deep And gettin money in lumps,
, I call a meetin, somebody cheatin You niggaz that thought it was somethin sweet, I caught you sleepin Get stupid if you want static, and we'll go at it Cross me, and that'll
(rock, rock, rock, rock, rock, rock, rock) I rock therefore I am (rock, rock, rock, rock, rock, rock, rock) I rock therefore I am (rock, rock, rock, rock, rock, rock, rock) I
heavy, I'd probably fire it I'd make you walk the plank if I was a pirate If they made me a King, I would be a tyrant If you want to get me, go ahead
I'll wait for you tonight I'll wait with open arms And if it takes forever To make it right I'll wait 'til the end of time I'll wait for you (solo) I'll
a livin out of extortin you stars Robbin you for your jewelry, snatchin you out your cars Poverty's a plague, I rob before I beg But you don't expect
you (it's... it's...) Or maybe not so near you. [Verse 1: Joe Budden] L-Look, look... First off, I'm not competin', I'm more like stampeding I'm more
Yeaaaa, I'm an affiliate, I know hitman Yeaaaa, I'm an affiliate, I know hitman Yeaaaa, I'm an affiliate, I know hitman I'm a hater like you, fuck my
I'm a suicide driver, never been a liar If I don't kill you later, I'm a kill you manana You don't want no problems You don't want no drama Nigga I'm
(missi) {Wait a minute Mothafuclka} Then I gotta call from (Diddy) Then I gotta call from (fifty) Then I gotta call from (Jimmy) Then I gotta call from Jack like I
the back 'll be the only damn way I be fuckin around And I'm aimin for your waist, hopin you duck So I can bust you in the head when I'm buckin the pound
in the closer, crack her like a lobster Have my ho to rob you Then dodge you Any ho need work? I got a job for you Go see the supplier Make like you
I say that I rock, then sayin' is gossip I lived in the Nine, stayed in the projects Scored 35 then I wait for a profit Talk, pull the .9, then I spray
Layzie Bone] Thangs can get rough, when you live in the ghetto You gotta survive, no matter the pain Nigga be hurting, life'll be hurting But nigga for
, I'm taking it slow, Admit it, I'm a little bit different than others, I'll tell you the story I know bout the church and you my brother, you my brother
