dude that sing 'Right Thurr' he glistening" I ain't come to talk (talk) I ain't come to sit (sit) What I came for was to find out who I'm gon hit, aww
s, I hit the club stuntin' Wit a fresh pair of shades, makin' that money Everybody gettin' paid, everything lovely And I'm doin' my thing, my thing, my thing
know what I mean? Man, I hate makin' movies. But I like that money, think I don't? Check me out. I just walk in, don't even find a seat. Just threw
't good enough to complete my demo, for real Some days I don't wanna be seen And some days I don't shower, I don't wanna be clean Look, sometimes the
but) If I hit you first, the exit wound gon be the size of a hockey puck (AHH) Fuck, I really hold the rubber I send +Sparks+ at you and I don't mean
, I'm bleek I don't keep I don't love But I never slip, ma I stay grip Walk like they too tight, I don't slip I get dough, this is get low Ride with
em and get In yo face, ooh, I can't feel my face Move, dog, I got this hill He heard, I run this hill Big ol' rappers cleaned up this shit (Ahh, looky
' like some cats then I got a, baby daughter, and I feed her with this rappin' Not trappin', B-boy, but rappin', huh Don?t try to claim things I haven?t
me I need a soldier That ain't scared to stand up for me Known to carry big things If you know what I mean If his status ain't hood I ain't checkin'
We ain't splitin this cream [Big L] Check It! To be sittin clean, in the mean beams is every teams dream Big L's a Cream Fiend, with more green than
slow We doin things that the girls don't do The boys stare We smile back All my girls in the rainbow cadillac [Diddy: talkin] Ya'll wanna be stars I
cuz I'm way clean in stay Beam never live in no day dream, bitch niggas wear Maybelline throwin up peace cuz you know that I got you [??? ??? ??? ???]
I go I speak that trill everytime I flow I get my own, cause it's everywhere I know Thats all I show so when I toast to the life I live I'm taking off
the streets say it's time to pay me Ain't never been a friend of the industry I ain't never been a friend of the gimmicky I ain't never been good with
in the clouds wonderin where the hell Marvin Gaye went? How do I say this, I'm livin' for my son but I can't figure out, why I'm At my temple with this