ve traveled many miles to be with you And we'll do it again just because Because between us theres no distance Even though we come from many worlds apart It really doesn't
s gonna be just me and you Let's wait a while and think it over (think it over) I don't know why you behave this way (mmmm yeah) Don't you think that
body needs Don't wanna lead you on I don't want no people teased But I like the way you're playing That old school game I don't want this thing to be
I could feel this way (ohhhh) So don't be afraid I ain't gonna hurt you I promise my love is truuuuuuuue Sooner or later (sooner or later) You're gonna be mine I want you forever (I can't
we're dancin' And it feels alright I can't control my desire And we're dancin' And it feels alright Yeah And we're dancin' And it feels alright Can't
never give up on your love as long as I live [CHORUS:] Baby I'll give you the best I've got If that's not enough than I don't know what To be complicated
's seen The old school Chevy, with the dope head lean Y'all love the way I R-I-D-E Call my D.E., and put you on a R.I.P.T., ghetto [Chorus]
my Roots. Shit, before you? uest my Love for this, just know we would play Q-Tip in the Q before you knew T.I.P. And before you knew T.I.P. I was tippin
I won't say that It ain't nothing fragilite bout me Five duece hoover seats, R.I.P. (And can't no woman get no money out of me) Unless it's Grandma,
disappearing act Cause motherfuckers be tripping and sweating me, like I'm still selling crack Or recognize my nigga Grady, out that P.U.D All them other
don't need a vacation Looking for front run up that seem the only compensation The hood is on fire, other soldiers won't let it down They ain't set tripping
shit, nigga Ain't nothing friendly about the motherfucking game You understand me, if you listen I'ma tell you right Open your motherfucking ears Shit, it ain't
Chorus] Overtown! 15th y'all! One time for 1-5-1! In the back y'all, yeah! Liberty City! 61st y'all! Gettin' money y'all! 54th y'all! Here we go now! ...
flesh, well I'm fresh like produce Suckas never bite my stuff when they competin' It's just too raw for them to think about eatin' If y'all ain't heard
didn't and no we don't have guns hidden we stood there for a while continue to decline firmly, I didn't lose my mind I didn't let him break me he's just
s real [Chorus: 50 Cent - repeat 2X] We the realest nigga 50 Cent and B.I.G. my nigga Don't try to act like you don't feel a nigga Biggie yo nigga, 50
six months {*gun cocked*} [Outro] Haha, Shady Records Still Aftermath, and don't think we don't Hear you motherfuckers talkin'! Cause we do and we see y
to give you what you need (One, two...) It's all fucked up now What the fuck y'all gonna do now? [50 Cent] + (P. Diddy) Yo, yo, we can't stay alive forever