in the wind Sitting behind tint Getting bent You can't see me But you smell the smoke Oh yeah *Repeat [Bun B] Now what you know bout the H town clutch city
way 'Cause it ain't enough time here, ain't enough lime here For you to shine here, deal with many women but treat dimes fair And I'm bigger than the city
the cause, .45 on the drawer City laws made by Big Nas and Biggie Smalls Bitches, holdin' my weight in they titties and drawers My bitches out of state get
Three: Puff Daddy Put your money on the table and get your math on Break it down, split it up, get your laugh on See you later Dog, I'ma get my stash
Cause it ain't enough time here, ain't enough lime here For you to shine here, deal with many women But treat dimes fair, and I'm Bigger than the city
gettin' couple dollars to baby, yeah We get our own cake to baby I know we in our late teens She my down ass chick Love me plus she like to come down my strip Get
L.A. L.A. big city of dreams but everything in L.A. aint always what it seems you might get fooled if you come from outta town 'cause we comin from Queens
till I die nigga shine Check it, aiyyo all I need in this world of sin Is a crooked lawyer, big rims, and a Mac 10 Ridin' through the city like I'm used
up Quick wrappin' it up, get thrust with no funds then passin' the butt Absolute when I shoot the shit Juice the chicks with flows that you use to get
(Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City) Diplomats man, holla, Dash, get the fuck off our dicks [Incomprehensible] (Welcome to New York City
from the jungle, the mighty jungle and the guns go pow, hah Why your boyfriend acting like secret service? I'm a get you by yourself and get my secret
as P said, "Uhh", the bitches got wit' it Since I'm new with No Limit Soldiers, I stay in the cut New face on the block, so I get all the cock Silky
you looking like the machinist, Cats know they've been hit, when I spike the mic level, And draw blood like intravenous, Without a pencil I'm hell bent
that much Get the wings up ready to go Get the wings up ready to go What shall I? What shall I? What shall I? What shall I? Get the wings up ready to
I die, nigga, shine Check it, hey yo All I need in this world of sin Is a crooked lawyer, big rims, and a Mac 10 Ridin' through the city like I'm used
ain't They keep shaking when I ain't Truck love! Truck love! Pit-stop lovers! Right now and the now is right! This higway is done bent on killing us
don't relax have a good time but be on guard you don't need that much not that much get the wings up ready to go get the wings up
get the last say In the food chain, is you predator or prey? If you featherweight, lyrics blow your back Crack your vertebrae, lookin' for a better way To get