you are really fit You're fit but my gosh, don't you know it You're fit, but you're fit, but you know it You're fit but you know it I think, I'm going
Traduction: The Streets. Fit But You Know It (Album Version).
it Not only would I become more popular but I would be able to piss Kim off at the same time But it backfired I was supposed to dump her but she dumped
than roger Clemens nigga you're too big for your bitches Two gold albums and I'll make you a hitter Might make you a little richer but don't forget the
of that Import it, export it in cracker jacks When you get to the projects ask for Black You know what you started with give him half of that He gon give you
round for ya Gotta kick in the oven now watch it bubble And you can knock on my door But you can't knock the hustle But I- it's like a game of twenty-
', it ain't botherin' me I hear you talkin', but you ain't made it to three You know where I live but you ain't made it to me, you ain't made nigga!
and I'ma tell you how the whole thing start Off top I brung Queens up from hard times Rockin at the Fever, streets was all mine It was my version of
you liar UN was your first court case, you had no priors You master fabricated stories of streets and sound slick Have you surrounded, you and the faggots
job it just applies to whom it may concern you know who you are but if you don't you never will, you just receive the steel but then it might get ugly
fuck you in this for? I see you chasin hoes, and all your fancy clothes you say you hate the music, then why you at the show? What all that yappin' mean
Just when you thought you worse, I'm bringin' you a hearse I make you feel the heat and cold when I'm tellin' the street scroll I got you feelin' the
inside it, You even had the same type of childhood I did, Sometimes I just wanna know why, Is it that you surcame to yours, And mine I survived it, You ran the streets
