[Mr. Shadow] Well I'm kicking up dust cause ya know it's a must Mr. Shadow the don bring it on if you want Full of funk like the five minutes, And I forget
They saw her break through barriers forty feet high It was the finest moment in a long life Young boys would hang her pictures over their bed They saw
I'm a player and I know it But with you girl I never ever show it I've got to got to put my move on Get my groove on I get down with my shoes on I
I'd never forget those nameless years Street sounds whirling through my mind Trouble was often in the air So we thought to forget our despair Cause I
Diplomatically, emphatically deny any prior knowledge shape or kind. You don?t know nothing about a Russian hooker. Some bloke broke in and straight up
Roll film Sweat out heart Perfect for the part Part of me for all to see I???e blocked this scene In everynight??? dream Camera cuts to close up
Twenty-one years and you answer the call Hollywood screams from your bedroom wall You can't get away from the thrill of it all, yeah Bye, bye baby Get
A nightmare tortures my brain Thousands die for a wrong ideology Your thoughts remain the same That's the end of humanity The nuclear solution Is dropped
Here's a little somethin' for the players out there hustlin' Gettin' down for theirs From East Point, College Park, Decatur, DeVries My man, the scene
I was heading down to see you but I didn't know the way I was trying to forget you but you always seem to stay It's a miracle that I am still alive to
Player haters, player haters We can't the player haters Yeah, man, let's kick the funky gangster shit Give enough respect Mike, a.k.a Cash Money Man,
she?s a bad actress- but hey you give her the big lines anyway though her eyes are big as Canada and the hips are South Australia and the shoulder
I drink Gatorade man, uhh, what? Heav' Diggy y'all, Gruff, whattup Gruff? (Whattup?) Quite, huh, say what? Uptiggy y'all, they ain't ready, uhh Yeah,
Yeah, I mean like I gotta be like the pioneer to this shit, you know I was popping that Cristal When all y'all niggaz thought it was beer and shit, you
I'm a straight cold player Just a straight cold player Straight cold prayer I'm just a straight cold player I'm just a straight cold player Straight
[Notorious B.I.G.] Niggaz... bitches... Uhh Chorus: B.I.G. (Niggaz) Grab your dick if you love hip-hop (Bitches) Rub your titties if you love Big Poppa
Oh oh Oh ohhh Oh Yea [Verse 1:] Thou shall not run these streets Thou shall not hit these clubs Every night of the week lookin for some groupie love
Thou shall not run these streets, thou shall not hit these clubs Every night of the week lookin' for some groupie love Thou shall respect your heart,