like unprotected sex You ain't never gon' finger a trigger All you do is look in the mugshot book and finger a nigga I real recognize real, you'd be a
smoking bluebonic chronic I did it I done it, this rap beef you know who won it I'm five million worldwide, I got mo' money Europe paid me eighty G's,
champagne Walk through the crowd let the tramps hang Niggas playa hate but do a damn thing Picture me doin eighty down a one way Stuck in the trunk,
Since high school, nigga I ain't got no friends Got two Three-Eighty's like the Ying Yang Twinz, Ahh.. That's spot clickin' till the D's run in Then it
they blew half his face off They seen him shinin', course full of diamonds he bought Grindin', his foot slipped off the ladder of success he was climbin' The D
illest killas tied up in a knot The juggernauts of this rap shit, like it or not It's like a fight to the top just to see who'd die for the spot You
nigga of the sidewalk of New York Me and shorty saw from afar and had a talk He said I told em if he came around I'd clap him, I gave him my word Look
out Stick-up kids they know the kid - cause I been with' them out. Niggas eyeball my shines, I can't stand it With my little 5 shot three eighty that
show that even though you got flavor ain't nothin' sweet [Hook:] For those who do not know, once again For those who do not know, once again [Esoteric] Eighty
Sur la table chinee en broques On a depose les chimeres Le coffret d'un manga nippon Nous rappelle que c'etait hier Notre enfance recuperee Se raconte
[Notorious B.I.G.] Good evenin ladies and gentlemen How's everybody doin tonite? I'd like to welcome to the stage, the lyrically acclaimed, ha I like
a nice guy But I'm getting close to the borderline Close to the borderline I thought I'd sacrifice so many things I thought I'd throw them all away
My Daddy [Verse 5: Fabo Of D4l] All My Gangsta's, All My Thugs, They Shit On You, You Fuck Em Up, D4l Aint All I Trust You ,Shittin Me, Thats All My
let go. They done labeled my nigga psychotic; bitches has got him sittin' on death row. Scopin' out the tower, peepin' the scene so when my niggas trail, screamin' out, "one-eighty
, won?t take me to Paris, all on to Paris, cause Ima ballin' to Paris Hip, Nike towns, she buy the sneakers Like why would it be, she swipes the visa And know I?d
met Dre I used to sit and goof on the phone with, my friend Proof That if I went gold, I'd go right through the roof He'd say "What if you went platinum
Cause I Thought The Formula Was To Hit Mainstream And Make It Big Ba Big Big Bay Ba Baby [Obie Trice:] So Maybe The Eighties Made Me Crazy I've Been
