him in that cherry six fo', shit ain't no stoppin' n*gga Hit him in the head and the body wit a bullet, when I put him in the cemetery then I gotta holler
Hurt him in that cherry six fo, shit ain't no stoppin, nigga Hit him in the head and the body with a bullet When I put him in the cemetary then I gotta
hear your name, let the beef begin Ain't got shit against Hov, I like the nigga style Nas is my nigga, I been bangin him for a while I fuck with Fat Joe
treasury Robbing third world countries out all they resources and equity When Afghanistan was fighting the Russians Reagan and Bush gave Bin Laden weapons and told him
me hold up [Juelz Santana:] Here we go again just spent a hundred of that brown paper Bag money all on timbs, and that bad xxxxx is all on him 'Cause
i been in that water lika imma dolphin Miami khaled took me in like a orphan Y did they start him, Now they cant park him I go into the booth and
Get Up, Get Into it, Get involved"] [Bobby Byrd:] ("GET INVOLVED!!!" GET INVOLVED!!!" GET INVOLVED!!!" GET INVOLVED!!!") [Intro: Nas] Hold up, hold up, hold
if you aint gonna holla, aight [Hook] Hey yo I gave him the dat, now my foot is in the door I gave him the dat now I'm bout to go on tour Yo I gave him
of them) Jimmy Joe go'n bring out here 2 open the show {crowd boos} Jimmy, come on out here and give us some jokes (Naw, get him off the stage) OK, well hold
to the lips of a stripper, sprayin' their face Lampin' in a mansion, home alone I hear footsteps, shit I kicks just not lyrics I hold a fifth, wonderin
feat. Big Krizz Kaliko, Big Scoob, Joe Vertigo) [Hook] Watch yo mouth when you're talkin to me, I'll knock you out (One! Two!) Piece definately I hold
till my neck twistin Infectionist, poisonus bug we all ruff Showed your daddy love or slugs Could have tortured him, told me that he didnt wanna die We still forced him
him plan from the older one Him had to hold him position, had to hold him position yeh Hold him position, had to hold him position Well rhythm like this
nigga from the Projects What nigga you don't want it, cock figga figga got it You make me sick, fuckin wit Pun, youse a crazy bitch Hold him for ransom
like a runner up Guess directions f-cked him up I'm four words that make you bring the track backwards on my tape And repped him in so heavy that no other
the back, make the front end hop I got it lookin' like Crenshaw on my block Now hold on homie bbbbbut wait 'till it get worse I hear him stutterin' sssssayin
Then tell the teacher what ya need to knock him off for. (knock him off for!) (HEEEEY!) I would invented the O-Zone! (Yeeeah!) But Joe was like: "Hold