go All the way up, all the way up to heaven All the way up, all the way up to heaven All the way up, all the way up to heaven All the way up, all the
you, it's so hard to let you go All the way up, all the way up to heaven Now I wake up with your voice in my head All the things you said - keep on playing
(feat. Butch Cassidy, Don Cisco, Nino Brown, Russell Lee, Mr. Kee) [Mr. Kee:] Yeah Hustler's theme Worldwide Come on [Hook: Mr. Kee] All money ain't
big deal I'm so big wheel In them little cars with those big wheels With a little box full of those big steels Pretty little chicks in those big heels
Big tip I would I put her on the train Little engine could, bitch [Roscoe - Chorus:] Girl the way you're movin' Got me in a trance DJ turn me up Ladies
drop it to the floor I love the way yo booty go All I wanna do is sit back and watch you move and I'll proceed to throw this cash [Waka] All that ass
the floor I love the way yo booty go All I wanna do is sit back and watch you move and I'll proceed to throw this cash [Waka Flocka Flame:] All that
ounces all threw my hood Since I had a one yolla fines cash me up Mean while thumpin' for a ride my homies pass me up It's all gravy, when I'm able I
don't love pussy, I just love to murder these niggaz when they walk up on me Y'all don't know me, some of y'all rappers think y'all know me This nigga
made it to my home I'm known to po' up, and blow funky tobacca' Packing a click-clacker, just in case somebody act up Back up and give me space, cause
tend to leave you solo I know, that's why I love Z-Ro, cause ain't nobody else gone love me I think of myself, y'all don't think of me I'm all alone but
[Verse 1: Chingy] Peeps call me up [phone ring] said it's a ho-tel party Just bring the liquor there's already eight shawties I'm on my way (way) let
all know who I am in here. I'm just down here hangin'out with m' boys... Brother Marquis, Fresh Kid Ice, and Mr. Mixx. We're players from way back. We
, y'all! Mr. Mixx! Marquis! Bringin' itback y'all! Break it down now! [Verse 2: Brother Marquis] All alone on a Saturday night Smokin' on a blunt, feelin' all
[Intro: Mr. Mixx] Big booty hoes - up wit it! Hoochie mamas - up wit it! Let me see ya touch the ground! [Verse 1: Brother Marquis] I don't know my reputation
**t is still f**ked up y'all And y'all wonder when it's gon' get better and it ain't gon' get better [2Pac] Dear Mr. President, tell me what to do These
all they dead homies Fishin for fake niggaz, observe and shake niggaz The only way to see six figures, is break niggaz Me and Musolini set to ride we high Big