her I did anything to get her (what?) Paid all her bills and filled the 'fridgerator (uh huh) Reminiscin' on late nights when I try to lay up but couldn't get
scared the fuck to death of that hollowtip diet Intensive Care Unit after niggas get sprayed up Jamaica Hospital third floor when you layed up Make sure your bills get
Try to break out, and get knocked about Fifty-two blocks on the house, figured, no action and all mouth Now watch me put on this show like Paramount Disfigure
Can't wait to get home Baby dial your number Can u pick up the phone Cause I wanna holla Daydreaming about you all day In school can't concentrate Want
, they'd turn a blind eye on third world genicide "Bro, don't get heavy, the bills are paid!" Twice a week (missionary style) we all get laid Middle management
INC get up Makin sure they don't get up, it's murder Who's that bitch? If you feelin yourself youse that bitch, tryin to get rich Dyin to get hitched
climb the curtains and I climb the walls He's with the boys having fun Let me try to get a breath of fresh air And all I ever get's the third degree,
I've got to say, irritably and... ...floors, hard enough to put on ... per day's MD in our district There was not really enough light to get down And
wishing on a star to follow where you are I'm wishing on a dream to follow what it means And I wish on all the rainbows that I see I wish on all the
[feat. Brisco, Mack Maine, Bow Wow, Lil Twist, Cory Gunz & Tyga] [Chorus: Tyga] Uhh, Rain snow, get my hustle on Countin' cash every morning before I
them thangs, ten on my street Hundred at my crib, ten fo' a beat Fifty on a Caddy wit' the swine suade seats Twenty on a bike, third world peace Two on
grandmaster plan nigga I'm tryin' to make a few million buy a few buildings, one day stop dealin' And go and raise my children Got it on my mind, that
the second street to see. (Natty Dreadlock) Then I trod on through third street, (Natty Dreadlock) And then I talk to some Dread on fourth street. (Natty
Hearts. The next day was hangin' day, the sky was overcast and black, Big Jim lay covered up, killed by a penknife in the back. And Rosemary on the
, I'm just confirmin' ya, nigga! If you did it, nigga, then clearly we talkin' about you! Get off the bandwagon Nigga, quit swingin' on dicks and get
eighteen I get my crib up on my first day And every week we celebrate like it's my birthday When I turn eighteen Yeah [Verse 1:] I'ma be leanin and dippin sittin on