You are wonderful You are great How old are you now? Four, five, six, seven, eight You are wonderful You're so nice How many times have I told you that
to ride God had his wish and I had mine He gave me words and I made them rhyme If there's good in what I bring it's in the songs I sing So let me sing
Fresh white with your pants hangin' grown man low Everything you sayin' soundin' good to me No need to convince me anymore Swag up, it's bright, one blade, it's
me. (Bun B) Say man, Look up in the sky it's a plane, it's a bird (bird), Now it's just the thrillest playaz that u eva heard, we recognize it's real
the song (I see you Mase) And I can see B.I. rockin the Sean John (let's go Big) Yeah right, this is what "Life's After's" like B.I. Frank White, your
s rock, let's rock, don't stop, let's rock Let's rock, let's rock, don't stop, let's rock Let's rock, let's rock, don't stop, let's rock Let's rock, let
gonna flip if any one of my men's die We've been fucked somebody told us a Bent lie (What?) Let's get back to the spot in N.Y. Seven glocks P S P O
let me on this song? I don't even care who own this song Chris could've called me, man you should've called me Man, god damn I love this song Let's talk
yourself On the mic tonight Ice T!!Who else? Evil's on the cuts,Henry Gee's shot gun Islam's my producer,Bambattas son Bronx Style Bob's cold watchin' my back Melle Mel's
on the 3 That's me, the motherfuckin', T I got ride on my surfboard, rhyme hard But only buy the shit that I can't afford That's everything, that's why
down But you don't,you keep frontin' When all that's really on your mind is what? Kickin' conversation,ain't talkin' 'bout nothin' "Yo baby L.G.B.N.A.F." That's
man tourin' ain't what it's all cranked up to be man It's a little different than you think man Yo so what is it really like baby} It's eight a.m. I
This song is dedicated to my man Tupac Shakur, rest in peace Notorious B.I.G., rest in peace And all my other homies that have died In the madness called
curling? Or maybe you do, but if I'm embarrassing me I'm embarrassing you, and don't you dare say it isn't true As long as the song's getting airplay
Yeah, see it's that It's that 'Blueprint 3' shit, right here It's that 'TM 103' shit, right here You ready? You ready, Hov? Let's go! Hands up! Allow
right into show, riding on lolo's Puffing on coco, my bitch in Manolo's Don't fuck with the dodo's, I sling for dumb hoes I playing, I ain't got time
the song Got girls on my Sprint, my AT&T Got girls on T-Mobile, Metro if it's local Some fly private, some fly Delta Some of 'em ask a Diddy, some of 'em do whatever Got a girl that's
