two levels above you baby Hug me baby, I'ma make you love me baby It's ten years and we still runnin this motherfucker [P. Diddy] + (Notorious B.I.G.)
And there'll never be another nigga like you Put your foot on these motherfuckers' necks Do it to 'em, daddy, do it to 'em As my Daytons spin, lowrider sittin' low
that's what long money do Now the Don's on it, Diddy shine on it Tell Flex to run it back and drop a bomb on it Sunday we layin low in Halo, sippin Cris
you listening to don't know what they saying They relaying that he say, she say language If that's the way we trying to swing it won't swang it M-J fucking G
And I can't even explain when I get at yo You know how long I've been gettin dough? Used to rock full length mink with the finger low (okay) Yep that'
I'm talkin' to these Yeah, okay Yeah, ooh, ooh, this one's a vivrant thing LB, G.I. one fam, oh, my, bounce with me now Big, dawg, hot, I'm talkin', this
, which muthaphucka stole my flow Eenie, meenie, miney, mo Throw that type of nigga right out my window Blast your ass hit you with my direct blow Bo, coming through like G
to do Im just tryin to find, find, find That sweet love of mine I'm runnin outta time Where is my runway love Searching low and high Know that I'm not
I once knew this brother Who I thought was cool with me Chilled out together Even went to school with me Fly nigga, my ace boon coon We used to low ride
I don't owe no guy shit Fuck you, it ain't my fault your ass is on empty Thought you was it, but you're smooth gettin pimped G.. .. I ain't no hoe fool
a def girl, really didn't wanna involve her In the life of a gangster, use to rob bankster But now I'm locked up, I'm just a punk low rankster Jail cells
that six G's you owe me, man 'Member when your boys took that fall? And I posted the bail 'cause yo ass was locked up" Evil gave Jazz ten g's and Jazz
sayin'? So they need to stay off my dick, you know? Damn right, I'm a nigga and I don't care what you are 'Cause I'm a capital N-I-double-G-E-R Black
I walk and talk Strollin with a slight limp Flyer than any big city pimp [ ROUND 1: Shaquel Shabazz ] Gold, girls, cold cash On the mic Shaquel Shabazz Supreme, the Lord, the G
to me "Damn" blew my whole spot up dropped me to my knees, and I still don't think I got up ugh, you made me revaluate my G now I'm gangster for you baby
bet you wish you could And suck game out my ass like sponges I run this You can't fuck with the steelo You niggas wanna be low When I'm on the east
I been up for four days, gettin' money both ways Dirty and clean, I could use a glass of cold spades Rolexes, chauffeurs and low fades I keep thinking
as hot Wet through the new extras, get you by in life, high on life I wonder what life would be like if no more women were dykes And trick hard at low