[feat. Tity Boy] Who it is brah? Da Bidness YEAH! [Hook x2: samples "We Will Rock You" by Queen] Buddy you're a boy make a big noise Playin' in the
Mentally ill, please someone call a docta 911 it's emergency go get a doct. You(d')'on know by now boy dey call me waka flocka I got a bad habbit I might
doin judo Why don't you just sit, and contemplate on this This is much more than your white boy diss or your fat gold chain, the wash on your brain The
of gold Still it won't change the world Though she could never understand why Some underhanded plans, witnessed a man die Was only 15 Should have been a beauty queen
Grow. You Either Evolve, Or You Disappear. [Chorus:] I Reminisce On Tha Fast Times Can't Explain, Just What Attracts Me To This Dirty Game I Reminisce On Tha Past Crimes Gold
back and brought a bag out of groupie If you don't back up my boy back up the oosie Knock, knock nothing but brains and chop cuie I got a queens lean
and locally respected Boy i know you done heard about me [50 Cent] F-I-F-T-Y C-E-N-T & S-N-Double O-P Were internationaly known and locally respected boy
. [Woman] "Please don't shoot it's just me Thug Queen Horse Stealer." [Krayzie] "Then why the hell is you hidin' in them bushes" [Thug Queen] "I'
finished probation Boy Boy Notty Head with no chaser Boy Boy From the mouth I can spit out a razor Boy Boy Open up your facial like your boy Roy In his
straight out the jungle (The Jungle, the Jungle, the Brothers, the Brothers) [Afrika:] De La Soul, from the soul Black medallions, no gold Hangin out
He wants to rule the world but can he on his own? First he's got to find his Queen to share his golden throne He'll know he's met her when their spirits
got a reason to be fevered-summer waking morn. Back back when the poor poor boy was born. Now cross into his fortune. While enchanted by the queen.
you Kingston boy I rep like no other Black, yellow and green I bleed the Jamaican colors The grill is cold the wheels is gold the chrome is silver Nickel
we was G-Unit Then you ran and told 50 that I did that shit Ask C-Murder, the boy ain't hard to find I told Monica when I catch him The Boy is Mine Take
You moved out the house, You a failure now And lil' Game grew up to be a problem child I whip yo head boy, that's for Kanye West I whip yo head boy,
[The Game talking] The young Roy Jones of this rap shit Somebody bout to get knocked the fucked out tonight man You better tell your boy somethin, you