The ripper is back and you can't escape 'Cause one of my records will sell more than your whole tape I want beef, bring on the rookies I got more than
it breaks my heart to see you here So shine outward not inward You've been a selfish little girl for the past 3 years I've been through more than you could ever
get offended when I hear my city badmouthed We quick to pull the gat out and set it And leave you with more shit missin than a lil' kim radio edit Stick
b. troupe) If you ever plan to motor west Travel my way, the highway that's the best Get your kicks on route 66 It winds from chicago to l.a. More than
B. Troupe) If you ever plan to motor west Travel my way, the highway that's the best Get your kicks on Route 66 It winds from Chicago to L.A. More than
Lay on back, light up the blunts As we give you motherfuckers just what you want I never knew, niggas had a clue On who was the king of the street More deep than
If you ever plan to motor West Travel my way take the highway that's the best Get your kicks on Route 66 It winds from Chicago to L.A. More than two
If you ever plan to motor West Travel my way, take the highway, that's the best Get your kicks on Route 66 It winds from Chicago to L.A. More than 2000
Now Kathy's been with Benny Bauer ever since that night, She's tried to leave him many times, can't quite get away, Seen more jails and courts and laywers than
cigarette and take it state to state until I crash into my fate now I'm giving back everything they gave me, not a damn thing it'll take me more than
point to get across now whether 1 person get it or a million the message isn't lost of course I want plaques that's certified diamond but more than
Dont Never Ever Get Into Beef Wit Out Squeezing Off Ma Niiiine And All Ma Niggas And Ma Bitches If You Fuck Wit Da Dips Get Reay To Riiide Now All Ma
Travel my way, take the highway that's the best Get your kicks on Route 66. Well it winds from Chicago to LA, More than two thousand miles all the way
the caramels. [Announcer] And now, for all you Chicago's stay-up-laters. Night hours would only come alive at the dark. We dedicate this tune. Chicago
Luther Howard Love there [incomprehensible] And the now take a-lot for me to get aroused Gotta be more that what's in them jeans and in the blouse Queen, your more than
ever leave and retrieve Killers jumping off by the evenings now 97' just another hunting season Niggas in it 6 feet deep and no reason dying freely Why? hook Back in the days on Chicago
there's a simpler plan than please speak cause we're in trouble now our underground we're in trouble now and i don't believe you we're in trouble now
caused Had me up and on the board Now I'm chairman of the board I'm coming back for sequels Do you ever really think you've won? Now you're feeble Nothing