to every bitch you like I told her, "It's Jay-Day and Hit-You-Night" You wanna, see me again you gotta get two dice I got rules I can't hit you twice,
Lil' Wayne] Look, you don't remember me? [B.G.] I remember ya, nigga [Lil' Wayne] I was.. I was (You were doggin') a bad dog... (You were a lil' dog
murderer So I murdered it And you rappers is what I eat and I'll make sure of it And he who don't believe I'll make dessert of him *Sherbet* him, I mean
I'm The Shit, I'm The Shit Feed Me Mama, Feed Me Mama I Want You, I Want You And If You Don't Mind I Would Just Like To Tell You That I Never Seen A
out here dawg Mad money out here What you tryin to get it? (Word up) You gonna bust your gun to get it? (Tsh, whatever yo) I hear you I hear you [DMX] Uhh, I
catch a body I got styles like karate Jujitsu, when I hit you then I split you Like a cantaloupe Hope you got a rope to hang yourself I rob for self,
lips You too, motherfucker if I don't see no bricks See, I flips when I don't see no chips Yeah, nigga, I know you in pain, I don't care nigga I want
[Nas] Journey Through the life of some real niggas [Puffy] Some real niggas, You'll never see what I've seen [Puffy] When I sleep I dream of bodies
way to London I'm sick with it like Lil Weezy I'm a Millle Gotta short fuse and I'm throwin like a fizzbie [Chorus x2] [Verse 5: Pitbull] I play no
I'm talkin to you sucker nigga you can stunt all ya wanta stunt I know you won't bust a gun (Yeah I'm talkin to you) fuck nigga you can hate all you wanna
Yeaaaa, I'm an affiliate, I know hitman Yeaaaa, I'm an affiliate, I know hitman Yeaaaa, I'm an affiliate, I know hitman I'm a hater like you, fuck my
let you have it you don't wanna see any evil Motherfuckers I'll take it to the people then I will meet you at the funeral Get 'em up Bizzy Mafiaso no
I'll serve you hoes When they call niggas hit the road And when they get killed I'ma get your soul You thinkin' I'm slippin' with niggas that itchin
time ago Nigga what the fuck you talking 'bout? Mmm huu Shit nigga I'll tell you one thing Ain't nothing like that buddah lova bomb shit baby You right
, man, I feel Nigga, fuck you (Yeah, I fucked your bitch, nigga) Nigga, fuck you (And you better not say shit, nigga) Nigga, fuck you (Yeah, you be
You a joke, I choke whoever buttered you up I've been ridin by your house, you don't come out too much You hidin, when I find you I'ma snatch you out
, catch a body I got styles like karate Jujitsu, when I hit you then I split you Like a cantaloupe Hope you got a rope to hang yourself I rob for self
Right Nas: Journey Through the life of some real niggas Puffy: Some real niggas You'll never see what I've seen Puffy: When I sleep I dream of bodies
