100 to fill up what I'm supposed to do Nigga You too [CHORUS:] You in my ear but it's money out here And I'm always here When none of ya'll here Which
to fill up what I'm supposed to do Nigga You too [CHORUS:] You in my ear but it's money out here And I'm always here When none of ya'll here Which one
me Before I was born you chose me You always hear me when I'm calling Even catch me when I'm falling You're the closest one to me I surrender all to thee I
on 'em I lived it out -- special delivery I spit it out -- special delivery I sniffed it out -- special delivery [Chorus: P. Diddy] (I want that) Special delivery!!! (I
I proceed to spread 'em out and dead 'em out Spray 'em out, lay 'em out Ain't no surprise, come see me with four eyes Young Grip, I'm a prize, prepare
I proceed to spread 'em out and dead 'em out Spray 'em out, lay 'em out Ain't no surprise, come see me with four eyes Young Grip I'm a prize, prepare
put my record out I'm gonna be large, know what I'm talkin' about? In the first two years I made about three hundred bucks Yo, this business sucks But
I was born in New Jersey, I said it before But I guess nobody heard me, my mother died young No sistas or brothas, I was the only son When I was twelve
boy Get your steel 'cuz I feel like a headbanger Yah, I got a gang of shits Styles guns my Uzzie wieghts a mutha-fuckin' ton Bucking down one, bucking down two Bucking
fuck with us Aaw I'm the one Man I'm money, hoes, clothes and shows To do with your ho all wrapped in one I'm not done Man, I'm the shit after it's
the worst I deserve every blessing I received I'm from the dirt, I planted my seed on unfertile land Myrtle Park, Marcy, Flushing and Nostrand And still I grew some how I
person so here we go What is your problem? Here come the bullets, better dodge 'em I sneaks up behind, so I'm fuckin' with killas Nigga, don't make
with the Thuggish Ruggish Bone, bone, bone, bone tryin' to be prepared for the Y2K And if I don't die today, I'm tryin' to change the world And let'
I'm sendin them [Hook] [Layzie Bone] Everyday the devil at me And I wish the Lord throw a Hummer at me, I ain't happy Me and Eazy E in a B-E-N-Z, with
, I pick the gun up Niggaz back up, they know I'm not no fronter I don't talk shit, I just flip it, ya Sorry Lance, I'm just trying to advance my quotes
