There's a policman in me, A real animal, I'm the angry young soldier ripping sofas in Belfast I'm the thug on the street, and I mug whom I meet I'm
Uhh.. dear Mr. President Whas happenin? I'm writin you because, s**t is still real f**ked up in my neighborhood Pretty much the same way, right around
got to pack one Just like Little Eazy-E told you and me Nigga never leave the house without packin a gun And that's real leave it for the dollar bill
and downs, Going through peaks and valleys, dilly dallying, Around with the idea, of ending the shit right here. I'm hatin' my reflection, I walk around the house
Intro: Dr. Dre Ai Aiyo Butter is, uhh, Hands-On in the house Well check it out, put some shit on for em Let's get it on, kick it Ha yeah, hell yeah Yeah
they meet my pop and tell 'I'm ''Drake is just a younger you'', And shawty wanna party so don't let yo girl up out the house Or there'll be shots on
Then they meet my pop and tell 'I'm ''Drake is just a younger you'', And shawty wanna party so don't let yo girl up out the house Or there'll be shots
write classics! " for back alley theatrics Playing with fire living in a house built with matchsticks Haters wanna roll with me now, showing love Guess
(feat. Biz Markie, Slick Rick & Q-Tip) [Jay-Z] Course I love you.. I love all y'all Hehehe, hehehe, f'real [Biz] I love girls, girls, girls, girls
(intro) you know its like when i feel really crazy, i just get on my broom and fly away, i go real real far away. Young money thatss-thatss-thats just
in dade county, im the mayor you can come see look here im well known, what you say? (I'm well known) Kush by the el-bow, I love when it smell strong
the dope-fens Hip Hops in My blood Like Veins that Ivy's The son of a hustler Y'all follow my lead My shows sold out Cause the kids they love me The
up... In this house there is no room for envy, this is why we wear our uniform! Racist not welcome! Rapist not welcome! Hatred, dreaded in this house
the key now open that door, to my paradise Now listen to the beat of the Congo Like two animals of the jungle making love (making love) like we do Shooting
pack one Just like Little Eazy-E told you and me ?Nigga, never leave the house without packin' a gun? And that's real, leave it for the dollar bill
I'm from the Southside, we act a damn fool You ain't the real hoe, youse a real hoe I keeps it real hoe, for real though [Verse 2] Listen close to the