like these, I need relief Please show me how, oh, show me how To get right, yes, out of sight When I was young and moving fast Nothing slowed me down, oh, slowed me
over One thing about music, when it hits you feel no pain And I swear I got the shit that makes these bitches go insane So they tell me that they love me
you Yeah t-t-t-t-t-tell them niggaz why you mad son! Tell them niggaz why you mad son! (OK, gentlemen please, one at a time) Tell em why you mad son
the Ruger The young Don, the heron mover You know my hustle, I bring the fo' pound to the tussle Motherfuck your pit with no muzzle So chill Cuzo, let me
win a pennant Cops be on patrol through the block every minute Itchin' just to pop somethin', swearin' I'm a menace They disturb me but it's love like
Nigga didn't know me ninety-one bet they know me now I'm the young Harlem nigga with the Goldie sound Can't no PHD niggaz hold me down, Cooter Schooled me
[Notorious B.I.G.] Yo, check it Call Lil' Cease Tell that muh'f**ker to bring me some muh'f**kin weed for this hospital man f**k that Tell that reporter
t mean nothin' to me Thought you said, thought you said that you loved me Thought you said, thought you said that you need me Thought you said, thought you said you complete me
send a email in da boyz in da house all da girls love me, ya pop bubbly. hakalashikrhi shorty damn ugly findin me in the dance floor doin the dougie
it's the odd shottie that got cats, likening me To the mob John Gotti rap dudes bitin' me 'cause I got it locked like the late Bob Marley Pardon me y
collaboration [Intro (50 Cent)] I love niggas! I love niggas! Cause niggas are me! And I should only love that 'presents me I love to see niggas go
so alive, alive, alive [Drake] Yeah Yeah Yeah, ugh! What I tell 'em hoes, "Bow bow bow to me, drop down to ya knees," Young Money the Mafia that's where the love
a yellow bone said she wanna hear me on the black and yellow song told her guess what? this your lucky day smoked an ounce with Young Wiz just the other day Young
can have the rest of me My momma told me Don't fall in love with the boys out in the streets yeah yeah yeah yeah My momma told me don't love 'em trust
shit get deep You know I'm smokin' the best, I ain't got to brag The young fly nigga with tha Georgia swag, yeah The seats swede so is the pipe And try tell
yo' head at, tell me 'bout your styling cap Tryna find a way but u never got a map Dream chaser, risk taker No favor, though haters They might want me
rocking like this 60 years old The hard johns and the walleys something caught me I'm telling you what Wu-Tang taught me The young youth rocking the
me believe me when I tell you that I need a girl So come on pretty lady won't you holla back? I need a girl Ima tell you what I need, I need a girl that