please!!! I'm on my way to the Dec to hit Jazzy Tee's, holla!!! [P. Diddy] Aiyyo I'm from New York man! I'm from New York! Representin N.Y.C. to the
up, yeah) You know that I'm two levels above you, baby (Music's gettin louder) Hug me baby, I'ma make you love me baby (This shit is hot!) Talkin crazy ain't
playboy? Yeah, now I'm out here in Milan I need you to come get wit' me aight? Yeah, I got somethin', I need you to do Call up the rest of the crew, I
t hear me though And I'm far from a lame, I'ma gigolo I get paid just to spit the flow And I can't even explain when I get at yo You know how long I've
thoughts can be And how I stack figures Learn why I'm real, still that nigga I get money I ain't gotta do a crime Shit I hit dimes, what I need with
anything over then it's my bad 2005 2008 that's a new pair of ... You know it's jumping out the ... nigger come go Coming back stupid big I'm talking
it I know that it's coming I just hope that I'm alive for it I want the money, money and the cars, cars and the clothes I suppose I just wanna be, I
I pull up in that light thing (yeah), I put a hurtin' on, I got the curtains drawn, whoever ain't gettin' sh-ted on, I'm squirtin' on, I'm in that 6 duece
I'm gonna fill 'em with hard drums Big drums, bitches, hoes and death, come on and get some I'm not the nigga that you want to leave your kids alone 'Cause I
know we love you Ice I'm a junkie for females and that's the fact I'm not into havin' my homeboys rubbin' my back Don't dig goin' to the movies alone
I'm the pimp behind the wheels (But the record says the yellow niggas gettin' loose) I don't think they hear you, nigga I don't think they hear you Yeah nigga, I
couple words unrehearsed Then I burst I mean I bust From all angles Guarunteed platium on your single [Ice-T] Yo T, I really must admit I'm blessed
I see ya I wish I never met ya, I wouldn't wanna be ya Pussy ass nigga, I don't want your gonorrhea Pussy ass nigga, I don't want your gonorrhea Yeah, I
about 5.4 I be right back, I'm finna go get dressed Tell tha nigga to gas up tha jet [Chorus: T.I.] I stay on my grind cause that come first If he get
of the year, drinks is on the house The Roc Boys in the buildin' tonight Look at how I'm chillin', I'm killin' this ice You don't even gotta bring ya
, I don't need that for damn This ain't a sewn outfit homes, homes is about it Was clappin' them flamers before I became famous For playin' me y'all shall
I'm sipping on the syrup Got a nigga moving slow I'm all about the money What the fuck you think I do it for? Bitch don't act like you don't know I'm
gorilla make? I'm tryna chill, don't wanna have to put on ma killa face I get whatever I wanna, boy, I don't wish it would When I come out, look out,