and this is for the third time To everybody out there that ain't never heard mine And if you have then you know you ain't never heard lyin Lu don't moo
it goin on GP: Eh, yo I got it goin on Mary: Yeah nigga, what makes ya different from the next nigga? Seen ya last week and ya couldn't even speak Ya
I think he said? Squash that He probably got that off E-bay Or some Internet access Some website chat line Mad cause I got mine Ooh don't wind up on the
..star turn back around and start the session. [Chorus:] ain't no need, ain't no need baby dance for me, dance for me baby ain't no need (play with
got the gat? (BIGGIE!) It ain't hard to tell I'm the east coast overdoser Nigga you scared you're supposed to Nigga I toast ya, put fear in your heart
brothers But one home for 'em and wattn't no mo' covers A little bad motherfucker (ah-ha) Always rude and always in trouble None of my teachers ain't
none a we nuh punk (*Toma) We look fi di girls wid di junk in di trunk (*Toma) You ain't no nun girl I ain't no monk, so shake dat ass wid di dancehall
it, then rock the 7-digits And I might just give you a call (Damn) If you ain't with it then don't waste your time at all Biggie Smalls, and you don't
And I never will regret it (70,000 in the first week? That shit is ridiculous) [Chorus: Queen Pen] Don't bring them bitches around me (I got cha) Don't
T. Lee] Ain't no doubt Queen and Tray Lee turn it out (rock the body) [Tracey Lee] Lyrically i spray ya'll it's Tray ya'll Slay ya'll niggas it ain't
cuz it's not over yet I don't even feel like I'm not sober yet And it ring like shots in the projects new year's eve And it ain't even October yet I'm
a hundred for shows If you ain't got the papers I ain't got the time to sit and chat about the motherfucking vapors Biach, don't even trip You need to
I ain't gotta go fo bad, I jus go for my opponent I ain't looking for no trouble I ain't ducking none niether Say a nigga jumping ship, I say so fuck
We do it country cause we proud of this shit All those that wanna hate on hip-hop can eat a dick I ain't a thug and I ain't tryna be They tryna take my
I'm thinking of when I ain't beating richard up The mental images her face looked The closest that I got was when I'm poking her on facebook (This girl) Video chats
the strippers, tell em Tune on his way Tell them niggas I'm strapped like lingerie I ain't trippin, I'm ballin, call me NBA I-I ain't trippin, I'm ballin
[Young Hot Rod: Talking] Yeah man you don't like me Nigga kill yourself man You know waht i'm talkin about? I ain't 'gon do it for you nigga I ain't like