when you want to Slash 'em when their back is turned Stickin' in your nose where it don't go You're gonna have to learn Runnin' up the bill On your
looks that kill Want to see her butt on a ten dollar bill Ready your vote for her ballot box You've got to admit it she's a fox Keep marching on Solider
right now, Top billing like milton gibbs right now, Busta bus the motherfucking grand whiz right now, In case you ain't know it's busta rhymes right now, Stoppin' your bank taking bills
mad niggas I shot Give a fuck on a cop, conversate with a lock Down at the chop-chop, 600th and Rock Crazy as a fox tryin' to rob Fort Knox The DeNiro
.P., the king of the South Boys know I'm Paid In Full, so they clocking my dollas Me, Poppy, Joe and Fox all riding Impalas I'm breaking bread with Mike
enter, step in the room, four, five My overcompressed thoughts and ways make you get live You are the patient, and I, your black doctor Medical bills
Yo foxy, shorty yo Don't let that pretty shit fool you yo I ain't pay that bitch phone bill This is for all my ballin' ass bitches All over worldwide
[andre rison] Hey rison, runnin' with fox You shoulda seen they faces Straight packin' the kc from green bay Back to j' with the mami from bk Hot tubs
in at two or three, Slap you for questioning me, Could you hide the tears that I cry, And ask yourself Oh why? You can pay the bills, And all the credit
, let me tell you bout a girl named Peg A D.C. haircut and stewardess legs Dressed to kill, her physique is ill Her face belongs on a dollar bill Her
lyrics, like a acrobat And avoid combat like a diplomat But when it's time for battles, [Incomprehensible] jacked or killed It's a thrill to drill a run of the mill Bill
[Heather B] Holler the fuck out. Henny up. Yo, Fox, you know how it goes, with hydro. Uh, uh, uh... Some niggas done betrayed me in the worst way
love, trying to reach all parts of the map On a Ninja, with a big Buddha bitch on a back I love, cats that rap and still drip checks Like your man Lil' Fame, Bill
the king of the South Boys know I'm Paid In Full, so they clocking my dollas Me, Poppy, Joe and Fox all riding Impalas I'm breaking bread with Mike Jones
a y'all seen nothin' yet It's that platinum shit, that's all we get So let it be known that it's all for real And all we about is them dollar dollar bills
you alone tek mi groovy Me alone nah face di music No... [Verse 2:] Baby you me a watch inna mi flatscreen box HBO, Cinemax, Showtime, Fox Gyal your
Folks tell me I should go to the city and go to school and learn a lot of things But I already know what makes the fox fire glow And just what time the
the downtown area, scannin the perimeter All my boos with the open toed shoes If you ain't gettin that pussy eaten right, let me show you Then let you taste these, this Brown Fox