I got cha, I rock ya word to big poppa, I got cha yeah (Chorus) (P. Diddy Talking) (uh..yeah) id give this all up for you shorty (now what you
it is You can't live it you know And you got problems,you got family,I got family Moment of truth right! And I still gotta come practice!... So I can
Uh, Yeah, Somalia Yeah, I spit it for my block, It?s an ode, I admit it. Here the city code is lock and load Any minute is rock and roll And you rock
you build a Fuckin' castle And you can't live in it, That's what it is You can't live it, you know And you got problems, you got family I got family,
I?m a menace you know I came to bring the pain. (You know)x4 (Kirk Hammett solo) So don?t tell me I gotta be the same, I?m tryin to get you to know
hungry I'm starvin, you talkin shit, oh I beg your pardon Specifics is never gimics, I rip it just how I live it, you wanna it I'll go and get, I'm kickin
lookin' at me like I'm gonna have some sex tonight And yes I might if it's alright cause [Hook: x2] I got what you need If you lookin' for a trip escape
want it I got it I'm runnin with it I brung it from Philly Philly where the crimes get committed Them rhymes is terrific, beyond scientific I took it
from the pillow talking How you killing my highs I hope you built the coffin I got virgin lungs please excuse the coughin Think I'm bout to blow, they
of an era, You think you're revolutionary 'cause you got a shirt with Che Guevera Look in the mirror and tell me what you see Decked out Commonwealth
o fact I don't need em I just rock my diesels Speakin on the beats I can beat it till it's bleedin Hes I'll he kickin seaf... let me tell you who I'm
Get that ice cream Get that ice cream (I got ya'll this summer) (WALE!) (you my ice cream (my BKS) girl) (you my BKS) Like somethin on my mind I'm finna
got the rock now I hear the rumors saying that I'm just pop now Like they never heard a hood nigga with a hot style I got the hills to burns and the block
[Hook:] I gotta staaay on my griiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiind... I'm gon be hustlen till I loose my miiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiind I gotta staay on my griiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii ii iiiiiiiiind... I'm gon be hustlen till I
you say I can't But I don't give a fuck about ya'll I'm about my bank I hope you feel that bitch look at you You could put your wig back ain't nobody
like I got partnas that's free, I got partnas in the FED I got partnas in the state, for killing niggaz or moving weight I even got niggaz in the Army, in Baghdad and Kuwait Every block you
I move marijuana and crack rock Not saying that you're bad, for saying I'm chasing cash Cause depending on rap money, I'd be broke and on my ass Whatever I
This crooked-ass America, I swear they got some game Every city I travel to, the situation the same I can't even say it's racial cause I got some white