fries?" Well he looks at me And I look at him And he looks at me And I look at him And he looks at me And I look at him And he says, "I'm sorry What
We in the last five days of these trials and tribulations And I'm waiting for the Lord, oh, please don't leave me forsaken Caught up in the doom, prepare
and Biggie, Biggie Just Bone and Biggie, Biggie Just Bone and Biggie, Biggie Just Bone and Biggie, Biggie Just Bone and Biggie, Biggie Just Bone and
they swing on my penis, watch how they sing and try to be us Yeah, we them niggaz that like to fuck up the party Already drunk off Bacardi and start shit
pot of joy and a spoon Tryna make me forty thousand and move Motels, star-studded, rock stars and goons Plain clothes wanna run in my room And guess
turning you in Shocked-and shot wit five holes in your memory And when you headed for hell you gon' remember me The one MC who told you niggas once And
Murder, murder if you play me short Takin' heads clean off this bitch and bustin' hard Fiends have my block on fire and have me workin' it And my boys
a dime piece Ship dat, flip dat, bought a nine piece in five weeks Shit lookin' good but I think slammin' Me and my dawg passed up bought a block and
of your bark, but bitch I touch ass And bust back, what's that, it's face mob in effect With Icarus, Reggie, Jamal and Treach I told you that talkin'
five to a nine Confidence booster all in her mind And I'm checkin' every dollar and dime (Come with me) To the city where my committee chase titties and
best for last when I come around niggas know to hurry up and pass fuck a dime set lets cop a quarter pound what the fuck is you gonna put down nigga I got five
from body blows Nobody's safe at a party even Gotti goes adios I got-got-got Flav-flav-flav-flavor, so save yours One verse and it's a hearse, I played and
dime Feed the baby, grease the car And powder my nose at the same time Get all dressed up Go out swing till 4 A.M and then Lay down at five, jump 'til
just like elastic I stay up on my toes till the day that my casket close Bankrolls and fine hoes, fancy cars and starched clothes Weed cigars and Moet rolls, pints a bar and kushy dro Dime
this fast lane, stuntin' and they mad cause they cant, yeah I'm Feelin' like a can't lose And when they ask me bout the cars, and the girls, and the cribs
gga ready for war, jeep threw off the doors New paint now the car reborn, and I'm flying overseas Now my dollars is foreign And the Bentley got wings
's mind Give you my last dime I'm yours and you're mine Just you and me Just us, just you and me That's how it's supposed to be All your friends and
the girls, got known This my two brim hat, call me Sherlock Holmes Whole world got blown, so I tell hoes Fuck Lee's and shell toes, Dekangaroos and Velcro Timbaland, mocassins, dimes