they be mackin' but they be actin' Who they attractin' with that line, "What's your name, what's your sign?" Soon as he buy that wine I just creep up from
from 10 K to 24 K and motherfuckers hate it J.M. sedated, quarantined (Uhh) B.I.G for President, buckin' shots past the spleen 9 millimeter dream, Mac
Ah, who got it, who got it? Huh, young Bash, Jim Johnson Uh, oh She's so yummy, yummy, yummy Ooh, she's sweet as honey Ooh, I gotta get some na na, na
ahh who got it who got it huh young bash jim johnson uh oh she's so yummy yummy yummy ohh she's sweet as honey ohh I gotta get some na na, na
up Moms crotched up over the casket, screamin BASTARD Cryin, know my friends is lyin Y'all know who killed im filled im with the lugars from they Rugers
', don't keep me waitin' Homey, grab my waist, set my body on fire I don't need to drink just to get loose All it takes a big woo and guess who? I'ma
I had met you The sweet loving attitude and friendship so true. My dreams to hold you - rest your head upon my chest With my arm around your waist and
Or are you selling your baby a dream (Am I who you thinkin' of, who you thinkin' of) Hey lover boy, am I the only one Or are you selling your baby a dream
I'm tryin' to tell y'all Who daddy is, dad rule that biz Got your baby daddy but Jay-Z true that is Better school that kid on whose shoes that is Or who
's Baldheaded men with goldfish bowls Tied securely round their waists Observing us from outer space I believe in UFO's (x4) Men from space invade my dreams
the white bottle Right from T Dot or peace tommorrow But no squabble just necks gettin throttled You thought it was a bottle it was just self control From
Now little Terry got a gun he got from the store He bought it with the money he got from his chores He robbed a candy shop, told her, ?Lay down on the
school she had a passion to sing Now she see herself in a casket in dreams These are the children of crack and rap, blacks done lack Self-esteem, yo we forgot the dream
heat's still lukewarm Who can you trust when your friends wanna pop your safe? You let him stash in your place, now you watch his waist Vision the days
America gone plastic And now there's Dylan dripping from his mouth He's hitching himself way down south To learn a little black and blues From old street men who
t sayin' no names (Nah!) Started wit' a dream like Martin Luther King 'Till tha Fed's came sayin' my whole fuckin' team (Huh!) Switched my game up, started from