lets forget anything that might just bring us down. it's not important. lift me up or pull me down, i don't care. we're just two in five billion
say shit, now it's 1999 It's a different grind, don't disrespect the Don It's still war motherfuckers So let's see you act like you know
be my cee-lo! And when I rest my head it's on a peee-low! B-D-B-D-B-D-B-B-D-B-BO! You see the skills I manifest, is very thorough! And if you don't believe
m in custody, L.A.P.D. One more felony, strike number three Twenty-five to life in cell block two It's true, that's what I gotta do, oooh Ta-dow, what
out the car and stepped to my side I said, hello ladies let's take a ride I'm Saint Dog, that's D-Loc the man Daddy X is the one that's driving the van
Elevator in my crib cause it's five floors I'm not expectin you to have one inside yours hahe Vince Young, suicide doors, haha, Life's a bitch, now die
let 'em in?) Who let these hoes in my room? (These hoes) Who let these hoes in my room? [Verse 2 - Luda] Now it was five B.A.P hoes and they look like
I was just like you Smokin blunts with my crew, flippin over 62's Cause G-E-D, wasn't B-I-G I got P-A-I-D, that's why my moms hate me She was forced to
D] Ya heard, kill the beam cause the heavy one's coming Shot are being blocked and the funky drum is drumming That's one of those set's where ya gotta
black? I have my man the Notorious B.I.G in the back I go by the name of the Puff Daddy But check this shit out Four, five As we procced to give you
, get tossed in the flames, nigga [Billy Danze] You must wanna throw the towel in holmes, it's your man B.D. From N.Y.C., the N.Y.G. (IT'S) M.O.P., and
realest nigga on this label Mr. Black President, yo Obama for real They gotta put your face on the five-thousand dollar bill [Chorus:] My president is black, my Lambo's
s*** to live for You either headed for the pen Or you're on your way to Gilmore In the middle of the real war 'Cause a five dollar bill is the s*** n****s
it, I trip in a minute Crazy holy doctor holding me 'cause I be rocking B Sewing up like monopoly, nobody's stopping me Dig it, Funkdafied like Brat, how's
' the dick like it's suppose to be done Rat-haired bitch make me cum Freddy B that's the name Rat-haired bitches, I got game 'Cos game That's the shit
Let's get it hype, nigga Let's get it crump Yeah, yeah, yeah Pass me them Swisher sweets, let's get it crump If a nigga disrespect me, I'mma prove my
, hello Being keyed durin' a high speed but still don't tap the B.B.'s I'm D.D., Dru Down, baby Like Nyquil, I drop fever; so either put your five up