a while You taught me so many things when I was a young child I remember growing up when things would get tough You would do anything to come cheer me up
love you girl Frost'll never leave you baby [Chorus: Tierra] I'm still here After telling you, so long [Frost] Frost and Tierra [Frost] When I first
Ton' G what's up [Tony G] What up man Hey where the fuck's Tootie at [Don Cisco] Here's right here hold on Frost [Frost] What's up dog [Tony G] Hey
And listen to my brand new world premier I'm about to fuck it up with my brand new cut I Hit-A-Lick with the click that loves to rip shit up Now a party
I like the way this feel right here yo...turn me up in the head phones just a lil' bit yeah.. [50 Cent + (Lloyd Banks)] There ain't shit in this world
I spit the shit that make ya keep listenin' Keep my wrists glistenin' I left niggas alone and they still think I'm dissin' 'em I'm on some new shit, S-Type baby blue shit
you ever had Shit talk and you're zip locked Bagging you up, and I don't mean Glad Stacking you up and I don't hear your mans laughing it up no more Running
you be Camel Tao's dick You a grown man with no plans And still callin' up college radio requestin' your own jams ("Ayo, I'm tryin' to blow up!") but
of the charts The shit we be spittin, be state of the art We rockin ya block shit, wlyin like rock shit Strapped with the gun and the street corner hot shit
homicide Niggaz better get up off that bullshit quick Caught up in the limelight gettin way too slick See em at the shows bout to rock they shit off
to write shit...cuz when we write shit Y'all like to bite shit...that why street light up when we write stuff It's time to be the champions at this...
my girlfriend showed up [Bitchy Girl:] (Nigga I know you ain't disrespectin me who is this bitch?) (Why is this bitch all in your face? Why is this bitch
The make-up men (The fake-up men) Yeah, the rake-up men (Especially Herbie Cohen, yeah . . .) They're all gonna rise up They're gonna jump up I said
got more iceberg than damn Bananeeie And I'm just a teenager and I make this dough Pull out my bankroll and Bill Gates still broke And I keep it on a
I lit it up, and then I made it disappear 'Cause my magic tricks, are so fabulous This shit's hazardous, got amateurs smoking canibus If you mad at this
snitch nigga?!) Now who the shit nigga?! (Now who the sick nigga?!) Now who you with nigga?! (With who you with nigga?!) Who rock shit nigga?! (Who pop shit
pepper cause I spice shit up The Flavor Flav of the game cause I hype shit up Might call my hundred watt niggaz in to light shit up You better chill [
and they handed me things, they shoot it up See me on the TV, the cuties they wanna fuck Both presidental and plus, they hoop it up Got more hits in his
