Le Chop Suey c'est Bon! Le Chop Suey c'est Cool! Oui Oui mangeons tous du Chop Suey!
What makes a birdie fly And I don't have the time to think about What makes a flower grow And I've never given a second thought To where the rivers flow [Chorus:] Too busy
slip up off your path I don?t switch up I just laugh Put my kicks up on they desk Unaffected by they threats than get busy on they ass See that?s how
that you know If we was at sea I would not be a boat Cause I would go deep Yes down deeper low Right next to the P like L M N O There is no expression
Io non so molta gente mi considera odioso io so solo che al microfono Sono pericoloso ascolto Master P mi fa sentire mafioso copio pure Dizzee Rascal
wasted The J.P. Morgan of the coke business Your moneys funny and I ain't in the joke business Hi and bye on the phone, I never spoke business What the
you're gonna hear a bad guy ? You better make way, it's a bad guy coming through [Verse 3] Come on What type of bad guy give fellas ?, females hugs I making my business
Chorus] [Fabolous + (Nate Dogg)] Yo ma, I got you stuck off the realness The name's Fabolous, you heard I be In them trucks wit the wheels glissed In V.I.P
's no choice, you know? Still on the topic of the P-R-O When I pass my verbs, stick to brother P-X-O [Professor X] Over and under as I progress to this
is cool but I won't say that It ain't nothing fragilite bout me Five duece hoover seats, R.I.P. (And can't no woman get no money out of me) Unless it
cause I put my hustle to the fullest making it hard for you to bleed the block That's what my father told me Take care of your business nigga but don
them haters Cause they keep dropping salt in the game Bumping they gums so they end up getting caught in the game, don't maintain Handle my business
(feat. T.I.) Yo, Ay Ay Ay Ay Ay.. Ay, this T.I.P man King of the South Rubber Band Man Boing With my folks 112 Lettin all those Suckas for love know
fry? I don't fear death My only fear of death is comin back, reincarnated This is dedicated to Mental, R.I.P. And Big Kill, R.I.P. And all you other
is the punk ass police The first one jumped out and said, "Freeze!" I popped him in his knees and shot him, punk.. please.. Cause cops should mind they business
your hands up high, hands up high, hands up high Rest in piece to Biggie Smalls Get your hands up high, hands up high, hands up high R.I.P. to Tupac Get
how you try you can't stop it I catch ya stuntin in the Bentley Coup cockpit If you a pimp why ya hoes stay outta pocket Front and find out how my P-40