stay up on top of things, the ???? life we was livin Strictly business, we was in this to win it all Didn't give a fuck if no others didn't love us,
Oahoahohhh.. talk to them CPO.. [Verse One] Permit me to kick some licks, a bodacious flow Occupation - looney motherfucker; set I claim - the Row So
just should not confers with me That's not that serious, don't take it so personally Plus currently I prefer the girls who prefer the three C.P.O. C.P.O
up they fuel When they first heard em spit they didn't think it would be shit M-o-s-t to the d-o-p-e kids C u f'in h's now you hanging with a g bitch
on a mission for the crown Ain't no obstacle gonna stop me, cause I'm knocking em all down Till I make it to the T-O-P, King of the Ghetto is who Ro
competition, on a mission for the crown Ain't no obstacle gonna stop me, cause I'm knocking them all down Till I make it to the T-O-P, King of the Ghetto
propre fan (x4) Tout c'que t?as besoin d'savoir (J'suis mon propre fan) Je suis la personne qui me faut (J'suis mon propre fan) La facon qu'j'rep, c'est
, yo Chief, pass the Buddha [Chorus] [Verse Three: 50 Cent] When I was young my M.O. was to go hand-to-hand And even my P.O. she called me the Ginger
a p u s s y, all you niggaz said I could'nt And I told you to yo eyes bitch I'm on some murder mind bitch I'm on some other grind you can't compare me
in my Pants (in my pants, in my pants), shawty got me so excited [Verse 1:] We got tha E-A-C-I-T-P, I wonder if she feel the same way about me She shakin
hanterkant Ga'r bagadou ha Kendalc'h kentan paz an emskiant Ganet eo an dispac'h-sen gant un dra 'rall iwez Ga'c'houstians ekonomek ha gant an M.O.B.
F. Smith/C. Goldsmith (That, that's good.) (One, I wanna sing along--you know why? You're missing part of it.) (That pays off, ah, P.O.G.) (We'll have
man, quarter o to the brain Smokin' like blunt after blunt my niggas insane Other niggas can't hang, it's a BONE thing How a nigga like me smoke and
[Intro - P. Diddy] Yeah, (Hey yo, turn my mic on) Booba (Yo), the champ is here (Yeah like that), the champ is here All you other motherfuckers, sit the
{Busta Rhymes} Tri-lateral commission Berkowitz, Fizzy Wo', Bust-Down (AiYAHHHHHHHHH!) {Chorus: Busta Rhymes + M.O.P.} Everytime I take a look, the
Taking you to the other terrain, we mash strictly for the cream Here to kill your whole scene and your motherfuckin team Little 'Mal, the raw dawg, I
don't listen gettin' lots of flack I be the do wa diddy up and down you block and The 10 karat Kid with my triggers cockin' The K the I the D R-O-C K
