send a message when you kill a nigga third cousin Niece, nephew, they gonna need Tef' too This'll a go in and out they chest like a breath do You Clay
done turned a good guy into a Chuckie doll I would've been your friend till the end bitch Guess there ain't no friends in this shit bidness Just a bunch
could keep me off the street and that's if you be my, B-A-B-Y I can be why you always be fly And I'm from B-Stuy, just like B.I?G. was, that's how F-A
y'all Young niggaz get funny, just to get a name So you know I came with the heat y'all! You know I got a little money, got a little fame But you know
them a blunt..bet they roll the weed like a pro If you trick it's not a problem it gets you laid But if you stick without a condom, it gets you AIDS No Sesame Street
that I ain't what's up right now I got a bottle of Tequila upside down <a href="http://www.testimania.com/">Testi Canzoni</a> There's some
could fuck around? Huh? uh.. [verse] I bet you look at things from a different perspective When you see the size of the slugs, the fifth or the tech get A couple'll lift a
lacca bludda ludda lacca Kick game like I know a little bit of socca Spic, dames, ass and a little bit of knockas Give them nick names and a little bit
deny it, you's a dick rider You can never flow like me, blow like me Why would a bitch like ya? She can see that I'm a fuckin rider, you a hitch hiker
for a small cup of the Cris And while you at probation fillin a small cup full of piss I'm in a coupe with a roof that ball up like a fist (Catch up!) [
you was wifey could change me into a groom in a mintue boo Maybe my sense of humor gets into you But girl, they can make a perfume from the scent of
Cam'Ron] Huh, I said, ice in a ceramic van? Dammit Cam, Cam is stuntin' Weed in a picnic basket, bastard hit the panic button Over a piece of paper, street
' In the suite with two freaks videotapin' a manage' Ice in the chain a face in the shepard' Million dollar crib with a cranberry quarter and a 8 in the
a G I'm a motherfuckin' G Look at me Everybody look at me Can't you see I'm a motherfuckin' G [Fabolous:] Word up man Street Family, Desert Storm Real
anybody in the streets know thats a no no So no I would never ever, ever, ever Baby I'm a g yeah thats right the seventh letter See one thing about the streets
you was wifey can chase me to a room in a minute boo maybe, my sense of humor gets into you but girl they can make a perfume from the scent of you
like Elton Brand My passes go around the ball like a belt through pants And I'm for the green yeah somethin like a Celtics fan Me and my team came in G
bread, i gotta eat on these streets shit 17-5 bout 2 holla at G'z im a real nigga, real nigga'z do real things and i can keep a secret its tha song that