like a pro ooh Let her go no You might be somethin' to work wit Trust I'm not concerned wit him, I'm not your boyfriend Shit I'm just that nigga you
Oh shit once again nigga I'm from where niggas get killed for running they mouth I'm from where niggas get they weight up in front of they house Cop
tell a bitch, I'm in love wit my doe 'Cause I'm pimping and, niggas is bitchin' and We was the pharmacy, now you want prescriptions Think I'm slippin
't 'cause what I'm doin' for a livin' It's more because of what I'm doin' how I'm livin' Not to mention when I'm rappin', I'm just hurtin' niggaz feelings
like you peep this and I'm the young A. Walker Fuck it, I'm ridin' with Sig, you niggas is sweet Collidin' with Cam and I'm throwin' with Free Geda K
Yeah, I mean, M.A.D.E, no mob shit Money, Attitude, Direction, and Education Some real shit Think about my hood one time, my hood, it's trippin' Thinkin
aired down there But the streets was bigger, I pump the lead round here Round here, and I'm still in my Nike Air's Yeah, my hat leanin', I'm livin' wit
Okay, I'm reloaded, yeah, y'know It's Young E, Get Low in the bulding, we back M.A.D.E., everybody ready? It's that new shit ya hear Yo, Guru, let's do
Hollywood and back, guess what I'm still I'm sayin' number from the blue tops days, I'm still him You dudes think I'm touring like I'm part of you and
don't understand But I hear the talking like, Bleek, where you been? It's unfortunate, I'm in beef again, huh Niggaz is rappin' and clappin' I'm still
's roll we gettin' in Nigga I'm back for, I'm willin' to clap boy You holdin' me back for' go I spring into action, Brooklyn I'm back for I'm bringin
my mother you'd probably think I'm crazy as fuck Rumor has it that I'm half past the seventh hour Naw nigga, I'm a quarter to eight, M.O.P. Now let me
you need to be hugged And I'm, never letting you go 'cuz trust you all I need in my life I ain't letting you go 'cuz I love you And I'm letting it show
m on skinnies, two with me Battle of Armi, '89 in it I'm blowin' on Phillies And yeah I'm high as fuck And the Roc's the realest click nigga I'm a buy
, Jay Sean, reserved We got a banger, let's club M U R D E R, you are Girl, you're murder Boy, you're murder M U R D E R, you are Girl, you're murder
playa? MC, Slayer kill you in your dreams, muffle your screams put you in the earth, make you shake like a fiend reppin three letter which are D.M.S spit
, quell'autoerotismo a base di doccino. E t'tt'd'n tratt' il coro: A. T.A., T.V.U.M.D.B. by Elio e le Storie Tese. Oh A., T.A. T.V.U.M.D.B. noi, figli
Mac D.R.E. [Chrous:] Mac D.R.E. Mac D.R.E. Mac D.R.E. Mac D.R.E. Mac D.R.E. Mac D.R.E. Mac D.R.E. [The Mac:] The Mac, it's wat my name, nigga talk
