effect for '92 Yo Showbiz, let's take 'em uptown Word, we gonna do this right just about know, know what I'm saying? I'm gonna do this Set it off troop
't gonna live forever. We gotta stop that dreamin', We gotta pick up that gun. I said we're troops of tomorrow, We got a new vision. We're troops of
Day and night You're on my mind And every waking moment I try to figure out A pathway back to you Break me down in little pieces Show me all the things
I've imagined faces of many lovers To ease the pain of having no one In my life.. And i'm tired of being undercover... It's time to Navigate my feelings
We wild out when we hit the club... yeah we winnin' You know I'm bout to catch a Dub... yeah we winnin' My heart pumps Tiger Blood... yeah we winnin'
hardest Jump shot stupid, yeah it's retarded You can't guard me in the paint I'm an artist See I hustle on the floor call me Rick Ross See the Troop
m trying to... crib And a diamond... Girls used to think That it's not a... to get with us Used to talk down Now they're all looking up ... game shitting of Troop
know me, see them agents can't hold me E and Slim on the track, we like Shaq and Kobe Alley-oop out the Coupe, and my troops gon march From the South
it a police emergency Suckers got ill when they finally heard the G Wasn't sellin' out, they tried to murder me Reached for my jammy like a troop's supposed
[Intro] Like this! Hit it! So why has it gotta be so damn HOT? [Verse 1: Professor Griff] I'm the X-Minista, from the troop called P.E. Professor Griff
both black and white are smokin crack tonight And only time we deal is when we kill each other It takes skill to be real, time to heal each other And
, and that's the reason why I really need it, really, really need St. Tropez I want a tan where the sun, it never shines I really need it, really, really need St. Tropez
prend de l'ampleur Cut Killer, voila de l'espace, en masse avec classe Scratche, cute en place, que je claque l'autre face {Refrain:} Rock the other
whispered slow down, George Why start up trouble for the king This freedom racket is a corny thing -This freedom racket is a corny thing Your troops
[Intro - P. Diddy] Yeah, (Hey yo, turn my mic on) Booba (Yo), the champ is here (Yeah like that), the champ is here All you other motherfuckers, sit the
the toilet You probably should call the plumber! You niggas get dumb and dumber thinkin you can come around and test me! Like these other niggas well
the toilet You probably should CALL THE PLUMBER! You niggas get dumb and dumber thinkin you can come around and test me! Like these other niggas well